| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. “Fate! seek me out some lake far off and lone” | | By Henry Timrod (1828–1867) |
| | | FATE! seek me out some lake far off and lone, | |
| Shut in by wooded hills that steeply rise, | |
| And beautiful with blue, inverted skies, | |
| Where not a breeze but comes with softened tone, | |
| And if the waves awake, they only moan | 5 |
| With a low, sullen music like the rills | |
| That have their home among those happy hills; | |
| And let me find—there left by hands unknown— | |
| A bark with rifted sides, and threadbare sail, | |
| Just strong enough to bear me from the shore, | 10 |
| But not to reach its tree-girt harbor more! | |
| O happy, happy rest! O world of wail! | |
| How calmly I would tempt the peaceful deep, | |
| And sink with smiling brow into the dreamless sleep! | | | | |
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