| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. To Poesy | | Anonymous |
| | | WONDERFUL Spirit!—whose eternal shrine | |
| Is in great poets’ souls, whose voice doth send | |
| High truths and dreams prophetic without end | |
| Into the blind world from those founts divine,— | |
| Deep adoration from such souls is thine; | 5 |
| But I have loved thee, spirit, as a friend, | |
| Wooed thee, in pensive leisure, but to lend | |
| Thy sweetness to this wayward heart of mine, | |
| And charm my lone thoughts into joyousness. | |
| And I have found that thou canst lay aside | 10 |
| Thy terrors and thy glory and thy pride; | |
| Quit thy proud temples for a calm recess | |
| In lowly hearts, and dream sweet hours away, | |
| Winning from sterner thoughts a frequent holiday. | | | | |
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