| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. Sunrise at Sea, on a Southern Misty Morning | | By Charles Strong |
| | | ROUSED by the billows’ melancholy dirge, | |
| I woke, as Night her sable banner furled; | |
| What time pale mists, in forms fantastic curled, | |
| Like spectral shapes, come flitting o’er the surge: | |
| Then, looking eastward, o’er the ocean’s verge, | 5 |
| From the near sun I saw red flashes hurled, | |
| As rolls the pageant from the nether world, | |
| And from the waves the golden wheels emerge. | |
| Never of old did more portentous light | |
| Suspend the seaman’s oar, when, like a pyre, | 10 |
| Lemnos appeared at evening, kindling bright; | |
| Rather—when tasked by Jove, in sudden ire, | |
| The god was laboring with his crew all night, | |
| On glowing anvils shaping forkéd fire. | | | | |
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