| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. The Same Subject | | By George Powell Thomas |
| | | BUT ah! the Future! That lies far away, | |
| Hidden in mists above whose murky shade | |
| Ev’n Hope, the flatterer, into air doth fade, | |
| Till, of her radiant presence, scarce one ray | |
| Lingers to light my solitary way. | 5 |
| Dread Future! Ever, as my heart had strayed | |
| ’Mid thy dim wastes, it hurries back, afraid, | |
| And by the wayside sits alone, to pray,— | |
| A timid traveller who has lost his track, | |
| And cowers in solitude, of home to muse, | 10 |
| Of home, to which he fain would wander back, | |
| Following his heart there, but the Fates refuse; | |
| And there he sits in dark cold misery, | |
| With Memory alone!—’t is so with me. | | | | |
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