ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS
FROM THE RESTORATION TO THE PRESENT TIMES
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ECCLESIASTICAL SONNETS
FROM THE RESTORATION TO THE PRESENT TIMES
I SAW the figure of a lovely Maid Seated alone beneath a darksome tree, Whose fondly-overhanging canopy Set off her brightness with a pleasing shade. No Spirit was she; ‘that’ my heart betrayed, For she was one I loved exceedingly; But while I gazed in tender reverie (Or was it sleep that with my Fancy played?) The bright corporeal presence–form and face– Remaining still distinct grew thin and rare, 10 Like sunny mist;–at length the golden hair, Shape, limbs, and heavenly features, keeping pace Each with the other in a lingering race Of dissolution, melted into air.