Poem by Laura Sophia Temple

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.

1. The Discarded Lover
2. Dreams of the Morning
3. To the Genius of Romance
4. The Search after Love
5. Song III (Days of my youth, ye are gliding away!)

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