Poem by Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Sonnet 8. SILENT companions of the lonely hour

TO MY BOOKS.

SILENT companions of the lonely hour,
Friends, who can never alter or forsake,
Who for inconstant roving have no power,
And all neglect, perforce, must calmly take,--
Let me return to YOU; this turmoil ending
Which worldly cares have in my spirit wrought,
And, o'er your old familiar pages bending,
Refresh my mind with many a tranquil thought:
Till, haply meeting there, from time to time,
Fancies, the audible echo of my own,
'Twill be like hearing in a foreign clime
My native language spoke in friendly tome,
And with a sort of welcome I shall dwell
On these, my unripe musings, told so well.

1. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept
2. Sonnet 15. WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords
3. Sonnet 9. WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
4. Sonnet 12. I STAND beside the waves,--the mournful waves
5. Sonnet 19. But since, in all that brief Life's narrow scope

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