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Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.

By Selected Sonnets. I. The Day’s Eye

Henry Ellison (1811–1880)

(From “Mad Moments”)

SWEET flower! thou art a link of memory,

An emblem to the heart of bright days flown;

And in thy silence, too, there is a tone

That stirs the inmost soul, more potently

Than if a trumpet’s voice had rent the sky!

I love thee much, for when I stray alone,

Stealing from Nature her calm thoughts, which own

No self-disturbance, and my curious eye

Catches thy magic glance, methinks a spell

Has touched my soul; once more I grow a boy;

Once more my thoughts, that as a passing-bell,

Seemed to toll o’er departed shapes of joy,

Change to old chimes, and in my bosom swell

Fresh pulses of a bliss without alloy.