| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. Written in a Volume of Shakespeare | | By Thomas Hood (1799–1845) |
| | | HOW bravely Autumn paints upon the sky | |
| The gorgeous fame of Summer which is fled! | |
| Hues of all flowers that in their ashes lie, | |
| Trophied in that fair light whereon they fed,— | |
| Tulip, and hyacinth, and sweet rose red,— | 5 |
| Like exhalations from the leafy mould. | |
| Look here how honor glorifies the dead, | |
| And warms their scutcheons with a glance of gold!— | |
| Such is the memory of poets old, | |
| Who on Parnassus’ hill have bloomed elate; | 10 |
| Now they are laid under their marbles cold, | |
| And turned to clay, whereof they were create; | |
| But God Apollo hath them all enrolled, | |
| And blazoned on the very clouds of fate! | | | | |
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