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THREE SONNETS .
I . —THE GARDEN . We paced about the garden ; happily , And all things paid us homage : the green boughs In their deep shadows folded us ; soft vows ,
Of balmy gentleness , seem'd audibly From every night breeze on our ears to die ; And , in the beauty of their dim repose , The flowers appear ed to dream of us , and close Their shut eyes closer for felicity !
And then came higher sympathies : the stars Began their lofty coming : and the moon Forth issued from the throbbing blue of heaven—That , for our loves the Universe seem'd given ; In our hearts all things , and our hearts in theirs , Suffused in beatific interswoon !
II . THE DEW . Thus gently as weVe walked , each other folding , Fthe light of moon and stars , and clouds moonlighted , And flowers , awake , or droop ed in sleep , and holding A 4 reamy commune with the twilight tranced , What mild ethereal visitings have glanced Thro * our two beings , by their love united !
A distillation of an essence unseen , But palpable , which liveth in all life , And falls upon the heart in hours serene : As , through the radiant air of ni g ht , so rife In its transparent lustre , now doth pass , From elemental operation fine , A plenteous , but invisible dew divine , Upon the silent leaves and flowers and grass
JII . THE QUESTIONER . "On the great day when I did cease to love "A poet-lover , poet-lore repeating , Said to himself aloud—sad feeling cheating Of half its grief with feeling ' s deep expression ; Which a sweet child o ' erhearing , from its play Ceasedand ed
, by question showa strange impression , Of what the meditative man did say , Upon its little heart , " with gladness beating . «< Why a < great' day ? " it askU— « If on & fay , My litt | e soul I you should no longer need To love yourmother—dearest infanf ! jsay , Would not thfit pe a ' great' day ?—Speq ]^ toy & QV & 1 " " * A ^ eat # p di P ® F * J- & $ 7 . ( V ' 9 indeed ! * nleed 9 . , ,, Em . tile sweet cKild : $ nd its hear ^ ?< eeWd to Weed . ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦ ¦¦
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Dec. 1, 1837, page 390, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/mrp_01121837/page/22/