Volume 3 — From The Dublin University Magazine. SONNET.
Reading edition
Upon a rose-tree bending o'er a river A bird from spring to summer gaily sang; For love of its sweet friend, the rose, for ever Its beating heart with happy music rang, In sunshine warm and moonlight by the shore, Whose waves afar its voice melodious bore, Blent with its own. But when, alas! the sere Grey autumn came, withering those blooms so dear, Still full of love but full of sadness too, Changed the sweet song as changed the rose's hue Mourning each day some rich leaf disappear Until the last had dropped into the stream, Anguished by wintry breezes blowing keen. Then, on the bough forlorn, mute as a dream. Awhile the poor bird clung, and soon was seen no more.
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