| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | X. “No hope is mine, no comfort mine” | | By George Henry Boker (1823–1890) |
| | | NO hope is mine, no comfort mine; for I | |
| Am as an exile, and no pilgrim’s grace | |
| Nerves my despair; I never can retrace | |
| The paths I trod, though myriads pass me by, | |
| Journeying, light-hearted, to the happy place | 5 |
| Whence I am driven. Thou, Nature, on whose face | |
| I look for aid, dost close thy weary eye | |
| Against my grief. The moon wanes in the sky, | |
| The flowers dry up and perish, the great sea | |
| Through all its land-locked arteries ebbs; the dew | 10 |
| Lies sickening on the blighted branch; no new | |
| Creation opens with the spring: to me | |
| There is no crescent moon, no bud, no view | |
| Of refluent tides, no fruit,—nor will there be. | | | | |
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