| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | VIII. The Same | | By Park Benjamin (1809–1864) |
| | | WHEN those we love are absent—far away, | |
| When those we love have met some hapless fate, | |
| How pours the heart its lone and plaintive lay, | |
| As the wood-songster mourns her stolen mate! | |
| Alas! the summer bower—how desolate! | 5 |
| The winter hearth—how dim its fire appears! | |
| While the pale memories of by-gone years | |
| Around our thoughts like spectral shadows wait. | |
| How changed the picture! here, they all are parted | |
| To meet no more,—the true, the gentle-hearted! | 10 |
| The old have journeyed to their bourne; the young | |
| Wander, if living, distant lands among; | |
| And now we rest our dearest hopes above; | |
| For heavenly joy alone can match domestic love! | | | | |
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