| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IV. A Landscape | | By William Lisle Bowles (1762–1850) |
| | | BEAUTIFUL Landscape! I could look on thee | |
| For hours, unmindful of the storm and strife | |
| And mingled murmurs of tumultuous life. | |
| Here, all is still as fair,—the stream, the tree, | |
| The wood, the sunshine on the bank; no tear,— | 5 |
| No thought of Time’s swift wing, or closing night, | |
| Which comes to steal away the long sweet light,— | |
| No sighs of sad humanity are here. | |
| Here is no tint of mortal change; the day, | |
| Beneath whose light the dog and peasant boy | 10 |
| Gambol, with look and almost bark of joy, | |
| Still seems, though centuries have passed, to stay: | |
| Then gaze again, that shadowed scenes may teach | |
| Lessons of peace and love, beyond all speech. | | | | |
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