| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | V. “By jasper founts, whose falling waters make” | | By Frances Anne Kemble (1809–1893) |
| | | BY jasper founts, whose falling waters make | |
| Eternal music to the silent hours; | |
| Or ’neath the gloom of solemn cypress bowers, | |
| Through whose dark screen no prying sunbeams break: | |
| How oft I dream I see thee wandering, | 5 |
| With thy majestic mien, and thoughtful eyes, | |
| And lips, whereon all holy counsel lies, | |
| And shining tresses of soft rippling gold, | |
| Like to some shape, beheld in days of old | |
| By seer or prophet, when, as poets sing, | 10 |
| The gods had not forsaken yet the earth, | |
| But loved to haunt each shady dell and grove; | |
| When every breeze was the soft breath of love; | |
| When the blue air rang with sweet sounds of mirth, | |
| And this dark world seemed fair as at its birth. | 15 | | | |
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