Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. Eureka!Thomas James Judkin
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While Echo shouts of answering joyance sent,
As through the garden door, on mischief bent,
I flung myself upon the sward close by
The startled Kate, who sat with musing eye,
On some old poet’s charmful verse intent;
“Eureka?—what by such strange word is meant?”
“‘I ’ve found it,’—yes; e’en that which thousands try,
And try in vain, to find within the pages
Aforetime written by the white-haired sages,
Or by long communings with present men,
Native or foreign, through life’s varied stages,—
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Kate’s lips, I laughing spake the word again.