| Alfred H. Miles, ed. The Sacred Poets of the Nineteenth Century. 1907. | | | Selected Sonnets.
VIII. To Wordsworth | | By Henry Ellison (1811–1880) |
| | (From the “Poetry of Real Life”)
THRO’ clouds and darkness to meridian height | |
| Of glory, thou hast upward climbed, and now | |
| In empyrean blue, with cloudless brow | |
| Look’st o’er a prospect clear and infinite— | |
| Rejoicing by, rejoicing in, thy light! | 5 |
| The vapours, which at first would not allow | |
| Full view of thee, are gone, we know not how; | |
| Absorbed into thy splendour, and thy might! | |
| And now, great spirit, thou unto thy close | |
| Art hastening, and trails of glory make | 10 |
| The heavens gorgeous for thy repose— | |
| Thou hast made day for all men to partake, | |
| And having thought of others and their woes, | |
| Shalt be remembered now for thy own sake. | | | | |
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