Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | III. The Awaking of the Poetic Faculty | By George Henry Boker (18231890) |
| ALL day I heard a humming in my ears, | |
A buzz of many voices, and a throng | |
Of swarming numbers, passing with a song | |
Measured and stately as the rolling spheres. | |
I saw the sudden light of lifted spears, | 5 |
Slanted at once against some monster wrong; | |
And then a fluttering scarf which might belong | |
To some sweet maiden in her morn of years. | |
I felt the chilling damp of sunless glades, | |
Horrid with gloom; anon, the breath of May | 10 |
Was blown around me, and the lulling play | |
Of dripping fountains. Yet the lights and shades, | |
The waving scarfs, the battles grand parades | |
Seemed but vague shadows of that wondrous lay. | | | |
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