| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | VI. “O God! what glorious seasons bless thy world!” | | By Paul Hamilton Hayne (1830–1886) |
| | | O GOD! what glorious seasons bless thy world! | |
| See! the tranced Winds are nestling on the deep; | |
| The guardian Heavens unclouded vigil keep | |
| O’er the mute Earth; the beach-birds’ wings are furled | |
| Ghost-like and gray, where the dim billows, curled | 5 |
| Lazily up the sea-strand, sink in sleep, | |
| Save when the random fish with lightning-leap | |
| Flashes above them; the far sky ’s impearled, | |
| Inland, with lines of silvery smoke that gleam | |
| Upward from quiet homesteads, thin, and slow: | 10 |
| The sunset girds me like a gorgeous dream, | |
| Pregnant with splendors, by whose marvellous spell | |
| Senses and soul are flushed to one deep glow; | |
| A purple-vestured Mood more grand than words may tell. | | | | |
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