POETRY AND THE POET.

[A SONNET.]

(Found on the Poet’s desk.)

WEARY, I open wide the antique pane

I ope to the air

I ope to

I open to the air the antique pane

And gaze {beyond?} the thrift-sown field of wheat,

{ across } [commonplace?]

A-shimmering green in breezes born of heat;

And lo!

And high

And my soul’s eyes behold { a? } billowy main

{ the }

Whose farther shore is Greece strain

again

vain

[Arcadia—mythological allusion.—Mem.: Lemprière.]

I see thee, Atalanta, vestal fleet,

And look! with doves low-fluttering round her feet,

Comes Venus through the golden {fields of?} grain.

{ bowing }

(Heard by the Poet’s neighbour.)

Venus be bothered—it’s Virginia Dix!

(Found on the Poet’s door.)

Out on important business—back at 6.

H. C. Bunner.

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