Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
VI. HopeWilliam Lisle Bowles (17621850)
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Weary has watched the lingering night, and heard,
Heartless, the carol of the matin bird
Salute his lonely porch, now first at morn
Goes forth, leaving his melancholy bed;
He the green slope and level meadow views,
Delightful bathed in slow ascending dews;
Or marks the clouds that o’er the mountain’s head,
In varying forms, fantastic wander white;
Or turns his ear to every random song
Heard the green river’s winding marge along,
The whilst each sense is steeped in still delight:
With such delight o’er all my heart I feel
Sweet Hope! thy fragrance pure and healing incense steal!