Volume 33 — SONNET:—TO ARABELLA,

There is a pathos in those azure eyes, Touching, and beautiful, and strange, fair child! When the fringed lids upturn, such radiance mild Beams out as in some brimming lakelet lies, Which undisturbed reflects the cloudless skies: No tokens glitter there of passion wild, That into ecstasy with time shall rise; But in the deep of those clear orbs are signs— Which Poesy's prophetic eye divines— Of woman's love, enduring, undefiled! If, like the lake at rest, through life we see Thy face reflect the heaven that in it shines, No idol to thy worshipers thou'lt be, For he will worship Heaven, who worships thee.