| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | III. Autumn Twilight | | By John Hunter |
| | (To ———.)
BLEST Twilight,—season of my soul’s best hopes! | |
| How dear to gaze upon thy deepening skies, | |
| Breathing their balm o’er Autumn’s mellow dyes! | |
| To list the voice of streamlets down the slopes | |
| Of these sweet uplands, and from out yon copse | 5 |
| To catch the thrush’s note, low breathed, like sighs | |
| From Love’s too happy heart, when meeting eyes | |
| Transfuse the mutual soul; and, oft as drops | |
| The pale sear leaf, to muse on change and chance, | |
| Yet feel no fears! How should I, loveliest one! | 10 |
| While thou art with me, and in thy deep glance | |
| I read my future fate, undimmed by woes, | |
| Whose course shall, like this day’s, move gently on, | |
| In varying beauty, to its last calm close? | | | | |
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