| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | VI. A Storm in Autumn | | By Park Benjamin (1809–1864) |
| | | OFF in the West there is a sea of blue:— | |
| While gloomiest vapors, clustering on high, | |
| Tell that the hour of storm is drawing nigh; | |
| For dark they rise, and darker to the view. | |
| O, coldly from the East careers the gale,— | 5 |
| Sharp as adversity, or the pang of grief | |
| Which sears the heart like Autumn’s withered leaf | |
| When those we love in their affection fail. | |
| Now from the scattering mists, relentless Rain | |
| Falls in chill drops, precursors of the shower | 10 |
| That soon will prostrate the unsheltered flower, | |
| Blooming of late securely on the plain. | |
| It comes! in sudden gusts it rushes down; | |
| And angry clouds o’er all the landscape frown! | | | | |
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