Mrs. Mary Noel McDonald

Succession of Sonnets

I WOULD be with thee on the sunny hills,

And by the streams would linger, as they flow

With their perpetual music sweet and low;

And where, in light, leap out the shining rills,

Like chains of liquid diamonds, I would be:

Methinks ’t were sweet to wander far and free,

Tempting each craggy height or sylvan shade,—

A loiterer where the mossy banks, inlaid

With nature’s flowery gems, invite repose;

And, stealing o’er my brow, thy breath of balm

Might lull each care my beating bosom knows,

And bid the tossing waves of thought be calm;

And I might half forget life’s boding ills,

Roaming with thee out on the sunny hills.