Poem by Thomas Hood

Sonnet (By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts)

By ev'ry sweet tradition of true hearts,
Graven by Time, in love with his own lore;
By all old martyrdoms and antique smarts,
Wherein Love died to be alive the more;
Yea, by the sad impression on the shore,
Left by the drown'd Leander, to endear
That coast for ever, where the billow's roar
Moaneth for pity in the Poet's ear;
By Hero's faith, and the foreboding tear
That quench'd her brand's last twinkle in its fall;
By Sappho's leap, and the low rustling fear
That sigh'd around her flight; I swear by all,
The world shall find such pattern in my act,
As if Love's great examples still were lack'd.

1. The Departure of Summer
2. Stanzas (Is there a bitter pang for love removed)
3. My Heart Is Sick with Longing
4. Lines on Seeing My Wife and Two Children Sleeping in the Same Chamber
5. Ballad (Sigh on, sad heart, for Love's eclipse)

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