| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. The Poet’s Solitude | | By Thomas Doubleday (1790–1870) |
| | | THINK not the Poet’s life—although his cell | |
| Be seldom printed by the stranger’s feet— | |
| Hath not its silent plenitude of sweet: | |
| Look at yon lone and solitary dell; | |
| The stream that loiters ’mid its stones can tell | 5 |
| What flowerets its unnoted waters meet, | |
| What odors o’er its narrow margin fleet; | |
| Ay, and the Poet can repeat as well;— | |
| The foxglove, closing inly, like a shell; | |
| The hyacinth; the rose, of buds the chief; | 10 |
| The thorn, bediamonded with dewy showers; | |
| The thyme’s wild fragrance, and the heather bell; | |
| All, all are there. So vain is the belief | |
| That the sequestered path has fewest flowers. | | | | |
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