O thou mysterious past from time set free
What hopes joys fears lye buried under thee
The very winds that passed where thou didst dwell
& clouds slow sailing oer that happy dell
Where charged with idle messages of sighs
& anxious wishes of my gazing eyes
When ere thou wandered out at evenings hour
My heart was jealous of each happy flower
I thought they crowded in thy pleasant ways
To woo thy beauty & to win thy praise
I thought the folding star with eager climb
Gained evenings twilight arch before her time
& moons more soon than they were wont to be
Shone out on purpose to be found by thee
Pet MS A42 p103
Unpublished Sonnet
Unpublished Sonnet
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It is beautiful roger. do you know when it was written? Northborough? Later? mike
Difficult to be exact Mike, but likely before 1830 from internal evidence in the manuscript.
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