| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. Nipped Buds Better Than Later Disappointments | | By William Henry Whitworth |
| | | WHO wishes the wild wind to blow, nor grieves | |
| To see spring buds of promise falling down, | |
| As brief as they are fair, before the brown | |
| And faded wreaths the last years tempest leaves? | |
| There had the small birds on long summer eves | 5 |
| Sung, careless how sere Autumn, with his crown | |
| Of amber beads and saffron-colored gown, | |
| The widowed woods of all their bloom bereaves. | |
| Yet are the happiest of the happy they | |
| (Did they but know their happiness) who go | 10 |
| Before our hopes, those flowers of life, decay. | |
| They rest as soft and silent as the snow | |
| By the sea-shore on some calm winters day: | |
| Alas! who would not wish the wind to blow! | | | | |
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