| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. Morning | | By Jones Very (1813–1880) |
| | | THE LIGHT will never open sightless eyes, | |
| It comes to those who willingly would see; | |
| And every object, hill, and stream, and skies, | |
| Rejoice within the encircling line to be; | |
| ’T is day: the field is filled with busy hands, | 5 |
| The shop resounds with noisy workmen’s din, | |
| The traveller with his staff all ready stands | |
| His yet unmeasured journey to begin; | |
| The light breaks gently too within the breast,— | |
| Yet there no eye awaits the crimson morn, | 10 |
| The forge and noisy anvil are at rest, | |
| Nor men nor oxen tread the fields of corn, | |
| Nor pilgrim lifts his staff,—it is no day | |
| To those who find on earth their place to stay. | | | | |
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