[BNP/E3, 13 – 36]

Vague wish of mine for ought that may unite

The beautiful and good, when I might see

Bared charms drain no but a beautiful glee

But sweet as incense from a sense bright.

Born’s self e’er |*chant|, e’er used unexpressed light

Ununderstood and flaming joyously

As thus bring sun, and yet that well might be

To my sad soul as is the moon to night.

Whether in dewy morn or odorous eve

It seems to near a shaping; but at morn

Goes in the heated rush of manhood hale –

At night return and lingers while I groan

And when through wooding forests makes the morn,

Sweet honey glooms and pining shadows pale.

       Charles Robert Anon.