Sonnet

SONNET.

I have passed a day of ecstasy Leading two lovely sisters forth The flowers, the meadows, and the forest song, To the still street were murmuring poplars be; There did we sit beneath the o'ershadowing tree Watching the waters as they rolled along. She sang!— joy! what smiles what blushes throng.

Upon those cheeks, and what delights for me! What witching in those silver sounding notes, How all enchanting that soft music floats; The air is thrilling with its sounds divine; But sweeter, sweeter far, when on my ear Enraptured, one bless'd breathing fell — "My dear; My dear delighted listener — am I thine." —Kazinczy.