| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. Night | | By James Gates Percival (1795–1856) |
| | | AM I not all alone?—The world is still | |
| In passionless slumber,—not a tree but feels | |
| The far-pervading hush, and softer steals | |
| The misty river by. Yon broad bare hill | |
| Looks coldly up to heaven, and all the stars | 5 |
| Seem eyes deep fixed in silence, as if bound | |
| By some unearthly spell,—no other sound | |
| But the owl’s unfrequent moan.—Their airy cars | |
| The winds have stationed on the mountain peaks. | |
| Am I not all alone?—A spirit speaks | 10 |
| From the abyss of night, “Not all alone: | |
| Nature is round thee with her banded powers, | |
| And ancient genius haunts thee in these hours; | |
| Mind and its kingdom now are all thine own.” | | | | |
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