| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | VIII. “Like one who walketh in a plenteous land” | | By Frances Anne Kemble (1809–1893) |
| | | LIKE one who walketh in a plenteous land, | |
| By flowing waters, under shady trees, | |
| Through sunny meadows, where the summer bees | |
| Feed in the thyme and clover; on each hand | |
| Fair gardens lying, where of fruit and flower | 5 |
| The bounteous season hath poured out its dower; | |
| Where saffron skies roof in the earth with light, | |
| And birds sing thankfully towards heaven, while he | |
| With a sad heart walks through this jubilee, | |
| Beholding how, beyond this happy land, | 10 |
| Stretches a thirsty desert of gray sand, | |
| Where all the air is one thick, leaden blight, | |
| Where all things dwarf and dwindle,—so walk I, | |
| Through my rich, present life, to what beyond doth lie. | | | | |
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