| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. “Moonlight upon the hills!” | | By Mrs. Elizabeth F. Swift |
| | | MOONLIGHT upon the hills! there is a spell | |
| Like witchery o’er us: as we gaze around, | |
| A tender light illumines hill and dell, | |
| Falling in golden checkers on the ground. | |
| Now perfume steals from out the forest shades; | 5 |
| All fragrant things and fair their incense bring; | |
| And hark! amid the dim wood’s tangled glades, | |
| I hear the gushing waters laugh and sing. | |
| Among the clustering leaves of yonder oak | |
| A ring-dove’s nest is hid,—list her soft moan: | 10 |
| Love never to Night’s ear in language spoke, | |
| Calling with deeper fondness on its own. | |
| World! if to thee, sin-stained, such lavish charms are given, | |
| How can a human thought conceive the spirit joys of heaven! | | | | |
|
|
