Sonnet

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Sonnet

After Dark Vapours

After dark vapours have oppress’d our plains

For a long dreary season, comes a day

Born of the gentle South, and clears away

From the sick heavens all unseemly stains.

The anxious month, relieved its pains,

Takes as a long-lost right the feel of May;

The eyelids with the passing coolness play,

Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains.

And calmest thoughts come round us; as, of leaves

Budding,⁠—fruit ripening in stillness,⁠—Autumn suns

Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves,⁠—

Sweet Sappho’s cheek,⁠—a sleeping infant’s breath,⁠—

The gradual sand that through an hour-glass runs,⁠—

A woodland rivulet,⁠—a Poet’s death.