Poems (Hornblower)/Sonnet (There is an hour in which I think of thee)
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SONNET.
There is an hour in which I think of thee, 'T is when the daylight fades upon the flowers, And the moon dawns upon the evening horns,And nature smiles in soft tranquillity.'T is a sweet horn—for then the sighing wind, With dirge-like music, lulls the world to rest; More plaintive sings the bird upon the nest,And all seems blessed;—then I call to mindThy gentle virtues, and the scenes beloved, Which we together trod; and like a dream, Most passing beautiful, do those days seem,Of confidence serene, and faith approved.Alas! even like the bright and sunny day,Have those delightful scenes all past away!