Sonnet - To the Housatonic
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Title
Sonnet - To the Housatonic
Description
Dear native river, I am on thy shore-
When 'erst I wander'd in youth's joyous days,
And with what rapture, he, who gaz'd before,
In after years reviews again thy ways,
Thy sweeping elms, each lofty sycamore
In whose broad shade he stole from Phoebus' rays.
Ah! might he live the dear scenes sweetly o'er
Press'd to the heart of one, the lip of praise -
But no, he may not. Memory no more
Pierce the dim vista with thy glim'ring rays
He sees, but still each scene he must deplore;
They're gone forever from the heart they mov'd;
Aye, all that could the tone of bliss restore
The theme of his bright dreams, his soul's belov'd.
When 'erst I wander'd in youth's joyous days,
And with what rapture, he, who gaz'd before,
In after years reviews again thy ways,
Thy sweeping elms, each lofty sycamore
In whose broad shade he stole from Phoebus' rays.
Ah! might he live the dear scenes sweetly o'er
Press'd to the heart of one, the lip of praise -
But no, he may not. Memory no more
Pierce the dim vista with thy glim'ring rays
He sees, but still each scene he must deplore;
They're gone forever from the heart they mov'd;
Aye, all that could the tone of bliss restore
The theme of his bright dreams, his soul's belov'd.
Creator
Arion
Source
2:24, p. 190
Date
1828.09.05
Collection
Citation
Arion, “Sonnet - To the Housatonic,” Periodical Poets, accessed May 4, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/167.
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