Sonnet
A GAIN , again, ye part in stormy grief
From these bare hills, and bowers so built in vain,
And lips and hearts that will not move again, —
Pathetic Autumn, and the writhled leaf;
Dropping away in tears with warning brief:
The wind reiterates a wailful strain,
And on the skylight beats the restless rain,
And vapour drowns the mountain, base and brow.
I watch the wet black roofs through mist defined,
I watch the raindrops strung along the blind,
And my heart bleeds, and all my senses bow
In grief; as one mild face, with suffering lined,
Comes up in thought: oh wildly, rain and wind,
Mourn on! she sleeps, nor heeds your angry sorrow now.
From these bare hills, and bowers so built in vain,
And lips and hearts that will not move again, —
Pathetic Autumn, and the writhled leaf;
Dropping away in tears with warning brief:
The wind reiterates a wailful strain,
And on the skylight beats the restless rain,
And vapour drowns the mountain, base and brow.
I watch the wet black roofs through mist defined,
I watch the raindrops strung along the blind,
And my heart bleeds, and all my senses bow
In grief; as one mild face, with suffering lined,
Comes up in thought: oh wildly, rain and wind,
Mourn on! she sleeps, nor heeds your angry sorrow now.
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