| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. “O’er the far waters floats the boatman’s song” | | Anonymous |
| | | O’ER the far waters floats the boatman’s song, | |
| Timed by the faint fall of the distant oar; | |
| The fitful surges roll their waves along, | |
| With hoarse and wrathful murmurings to the shore; | |
| Through the rent woof of fleecy clouds afar | 5 |
| Steals on my soul like evening’s holy close, | |
| The lovely lustrous light of a lone star, | |
| Heralding the Night-Queen to her sweet repose: | |
| Yet all this fairy scene hath left no power, | |
| No balm to bring my burdened heart relief, | 10 |
| Sitting alone in midnight’s witching hour, | |
| Bowed by the spell of an o’ermastering grief, | |
| While half the world lies wrapped in slumber deep, | |
| Calm as the moon’s pale beams that on these waters sleep. | | | | |
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