Sonnet X: To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent


    To one who has been long in city pent,
    'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
    And open face of heaven to breathe a prayer
    Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
    Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,
    Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
    Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
    And gentle tale of love and languishment?
    Returning home at evening, with an ear
    Catching the notes of Philomel, an eye
    Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career,
    He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
    E'en like the passage of an angel's tear
    That falls through the clear ether silently.


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