| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. To the Country Girl | | By Robert Treat Paine (1773–1811) |
| | | HASTE, Zephyr, fly, and waft to Anna’s ear | |
| This bosom echo,—’t is my heart’s reply; | |
| Say, to her notes I listened with a tear, | |
| And caught the sweet contagion of a “sigh.” | |
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| But ah! that “last adieu!” oh! stern request! | 5 |
| Cold, as those tides of vital ice that roll | |
| Through the chilled channels of her maiden breast, | |
| When prudish sanctity congeals the soul. | |
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| O’er Fancy’s fairy lawn no more we rove; | |
| No more, in Rhyme’s imperious hood arrayed, | 10 |
| Hold airy converse in the Muse’s grove, | |
| While you a shadow seemed, and I a shade. | |
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| For know, Menander can thy features trace, | |
| Nor more thy verse admire than idolize thy face. | | | | |
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