Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907.
By Selected Sonnets. I. The Days EyeHenry Ellison (18111880)
(From “Mad Moments”)
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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.