Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
II. June. 2. I would be with thee on the sunny hillsMrs. Mary Noel McDonald
Succession of Sonnets
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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.