Poems (Nealds)/Sonnet (How sweet at ev'ning's twilight hour)
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SONNET.
How sweet at ev'ning's twilight hour
To wander on the green hill's brow,
To hear mild Philomela pour
Her plaintive warblings, soft and low:
And sweet to see the silver moon
Play lightly on the foamy waves,
At midnight's bright and starry noon,
When sea-nymphs leave their coral caves.
But ah! we feel no real joy
If all alone our steps we bend;
But pleasure is without alloy,
When bless'd with Heav'n's best gift, a Friend.
The desert would to me an Eden prove,
If travers'd with the friend I dearly love.
To wander on the green hill's brow,
To hear mild Philomela pour
Her plaintive warblings, soft and low:
And sweet to see the silver moon
Play lightly on the foamy waves,
At midnight's bright and starry noon,
When sea-nymphs leave their coral caves.
But ah! we feel no real joy
If all alone our steps we bend;
But pleasure is without alloy,
When bless'd with Heav'n's best gift, a Friend.
The desert would to me an Eden prove,
If travers'd with the friend I dearly love.