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Laura Sophia Temple (Лаура София Темпл)


Sonnet 1. To the Evening Gale


I love thee, wanton Wind! I love thy wing
To gently winnow my recumbent form,
As on the moss-grown steep my length I fling,
And listen to the billows mutt'ring storm.

Then do I think me of those lovesome hours
When Hope had first unfurl'd her golden sail,
When 'midst the shade of world-secluded bow'rs,
I felt thy nectar'd breath,--thou balmy Gale.

Yes! it was sweet, 'twas "passing" sweet, to hear
The wand'ring cadence of thy trembling tongue,
For ah ! a voice, to sad remembrance dear,
Oft its low sweetness on thy pinion hung.
Pour then, oh breeze ! thy soft and charmful trill,
And I will think I catch its sweetness still.



Laura Sophia Temple's other poems:
  1. The Exile
  2. Recollection
  3. The Hindoo Lover's Address
  4. The Murderer
  5. Lines Written on Reading Young's Night Thoughts--


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