Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (Каролина Нортон)

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 11. Green avenue, whose shadow dim and sweet
2. Sonnet 6. Where the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!
3. Sonnet 13. LITTLE they think, the giddy and the vain
4. Edward
5. Sonnet 1. SWEET marble I didst thou merely represent

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