SONNET
Reading edition
BY MRS. L. S. GOODWIN.
The god of day hath laid ambition by, And closely pressing to the fair west's side, As ardent bridegroom to a beauteous bride, Rests on her blushing cheek his lustrous eye. List to the melody that floats adown The aisles of yonder greenwood orchestra! I fancy Nature's harp-strings lead the play, Coveting for their mistress fresh renown. And amorous zephyr, lo! with skillful touch, Her music pages turns; the while he toys With her vast wealth of fragrance. Naught alloys The peace which seems to copy heaven o'ermuch; Chaining the raptured spirit all too strongly here— Teaching it to forget the higher, holier sphere.
