Sonnet: Oh! How I Love, On A Fair Summer's Eve


    Oh! how I love, on a fair summer's eve,
    When streams of light pour down the golden west,
    And on the balmy zephyrs tranquil rest
    The silver clouds, far, far away to leave
    All meaner thoughts, and take a sweet reprieve
    From little cares; to find, with easy quest,
    A fragrant wild, with Nature's beauty drest,
    And there into delight my soul deceive.
    There warm my breast with patriotic lore,
    Musing on Milton's fate, on Sydney's bier,
    Till their stern forms before my mind arise:
    Perhaps on wing of Poesy upsoar,
    Full often dropping a delicious tear,
    When some melodious sorrow spells mine eyes.


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