Sonnet:-
She wept - Life's purple tide began to flow
In languid Dreams through every thrilling vein ;
Dim were my swimming eyes - my pulse beat flow,
And my full heart was swell'd to dear delicious pain,
Life left my loaded heart, and closing eyes ;
A sigh recall'd the wanderer to my breast ;
Dear was the pause of life, and dear the sigh,
That call'd the wandered home, and home to rest.
That tear proclaims - in thee each virtue dwells,
And bright will shine in misery's midnight hour ;
As the soft star of dewy evening tells
What radiant fires were drown'd by day's malignant pow'r,
That only wait the darkness of the night
To chear the wand'ring wretch with hospitable light.
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