| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Selected Sonnets.
I. The Day’s Eye | | By Henry Ellison (1811–1880) |
| | (From “Mad Moments”)
SWEET flower! thou art a link of memory, | |
| An emblem to the heart of bright days flown; | |
| And in thy silence, too, there is a tone | |
| That stirs the inmost soul, more potently | |
| Than if a trumpet’s voice had rent the sky! | 5 |
| I love thee much, for when I stray alone, | |
| Stealing from Nature her calm thoughts, which own | |
| No self-disturbance, and my curious eye | |
| Catches thy magic glance, methinks a spell | |
| Has touched my soul; once more I grow a boy; | 10 |
| Once more my thoughts, that as a passing-bell, | |
| Seemed to toll o’er departed shapes of joy, | |
| Change to old chimes, and in my bosom swell | |
| Fresh pulses of a bliss without alloy. | | | | |
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