MISCELLANEOUS POEMS

By Charles Sangster


 

SONNET.



     Oh! let me gaze upon thy lustrous eyes,
     As on the arbiters of my soul’s destiny.
     My Reason sways—without thee all is dark;
     And my poor mind, like to a periled bark,
     Looks toward thee as the mariner to the skies;

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     And looking on those orbs of light, I see
     Two guiding stars that draw my soul to thee.
     Save my endangered hopes—my shipwrecked fears,
     As on the boundless ocean of suspense
     They toss and tremble upon Danger’s brink,

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     Above a gulf in which I seem to sink,
     No arm outstretched to bear my spirit thence.
     ’Tis the remembrance of thine eyes that cheers
My drooping spirit through the tedious years. [Page 86]