To W. S. B.
WHEN the grey evening spreads a calm around,
Tell me, has thy bewilder’d fancy sought,
Retir’d in some sequestered spot of ground,
Rest, from the labour of eternal thought?
When, wrapt in self, the soul enjoys repose,
The wearied brain resigns its fervent heat,
In dream-like musing every care we lose,
And wind our way with slowly-moving feet,
Oft, to indulge the thought-exploded sigh,
When, slowly wandering at the close of day,
Light emanations from th’abstracted eye,
With transient beauty in the sun-beams play,
Thy sister seeks the solitary shade,
Her mind inhaling the a
(Matilda Betham)
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