| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Sonnets. I. Summer Is Come. 2. Now day survives the sun | | By Josiah Conder (17891855) |
| | From Summer in Four Sonnets NOW day survives the sun. The pale grey skies | |
| A sort of dull and dubious lustre keep, | |
| As with their own light shining. Nature lies | |
| Slumbering, and gazing on me in her sleep, | |
| So still, so mute, with fixed and soul-less eyes. | 5 |
| The sun is set, yet not a star is seen: | |
| Distinct the landscape, save where intervene | |
| The creeping mists that from the dark stream rise; | |
| Now spread into a sea with islets broken, | |
| And woodland points, now poised on the thin air: | 10 |
| In the black west the clouds a storm betoken, | |
| And all things seem a spectral gloom to wear. | |
| The cautious bat resents the lingering light, | |
| And the long-folded sheep wonder it is not night. | | | | |
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