| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. To the River Tees | | By Edmund Peel |
| | | TEES! if the wells we draw from shed no light, | |
| Thou hast a voice to gladden thy green dale, | |
| Till the rocks founder and the mountains fail. | |
| Plunge, and roll on, in full harmonious might, | |
| Based on primeval adamantine right! | 5 |
| Wind out, and reach, and murmur down the vale; | |
| Or in a torrent, white as stony hail, | |
| Strike the deep caves of thunder, black as night, | |
| Whose walls stand fast forever! What am I | |
| Thy depths to fathom, or to wield thy force, | 10 |
| Or of thy shoals to babble, Various One? | |
| We came alike from yonder equal sky. | |
| Could I but run thy clear and sonorous course, | |
| Rejoicing thousands, disappointing none! | | | | |
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