| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | VI. Hope | | By William Lisle Bowles (1762–1850) |
| | | AS one who, long by wasting sickness worn, | |
| Weary has watched the lingering night, and heard, | |
| Heartless, the carol of the matin bird | |
| Salute his lonely porch, now first at morn | |
| Goes forth, leaving his melancholy bed; | 5 |
| He the green slope and level meadow views, | |
| Delightful bathed in slow ascending dews; | |
| Or marks the clouds that o’er the mountain’s head, | |
| In varying forms, fantastic wander white; | |
| Or turns his ear to every random song | 10 |
| Heard the green river’s winding marge along, | |
| The whilst each sense is steeped in still delight: | |
| With such delight o’er all my heart I feel | |
| Sweet Hope! thy fragrance pure and healing incense steal! | | | | |
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