Sonnet ("Dreams to the care-worn soul...")
Like revelations of the joys of heaven,
Without a taint of earth — so warm, so bright,
Like spirits born of happiness and light:
And it is this which makes me fondly deem
That Love's a gilded, soft, ethereal dream!
That dream once glided through my heart and brain,
Giving new life to every parched-up vein,
Waking those fancies, which like scents are hidden
Until the breeze upon the flower hath ridden,
Bringing to light those thoughts like pearls that be,
Till by the diver from obscurity
They're brought for whiter necks. — O! thus Love shone
Upon my spirit — dark since Love is gone!