| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. The Evening Cloud | | By Professor John Wilson (1785–1854) |
| | | A CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun,— | |
| A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow; | |
| Long had I watched the glory moving on, | |
| O’er the still radiance of the lake below; | |
| Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow; | 5 |
| E’en in its very motion there was rest; | |
| While every breath of eve that chanced to blow | |
| Wafted the traveller to the beauteous west. | |
| Emblem, methought, of the departed soul, | |
| To whose white robe the gleam of bliss is given, | 10 |
| And by the breath of mercy made to roll | |
| Right onward to the golden gates of Heaven; | |
| Where to the eye of faith it peaceful lies, | |
| And tells to man its glorious destinies. | | | | |
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