---
title: Improvement Era
description: Monthly periodical of the Mormon church, 1897 onward. This library holds the issues of November 1897 to December 1930.
authors:
  - Kazinczy
collections:
  - periodicals
tags:
  - magazine
  - improvement-era
periodical: Improvement Era
volume: 2
number: 12
published: 1899-10
publisher: Young Men’s Mutual Improvement Associations
publisher_place: Salt Lake City
language: en
type: magazine
reference: 'Kazinczy, "Sonnet," *Improvement Era* 2, no. 12 (October 1899): 913.'
source:
  url: https://archive.org/details/improvementera212unse
  transcription: Transcribed from the Internet Archive scan of each issue (the item for each issue is named in the issue's own source); unnumbered advertising leaves are omitted, printed page numbers are kept as page markers.
  identifier: improvementera212unse
start_page: 913
end_page: 913
rights:
  status: public-domain
  basis: US publication 1930 or earlier (published 1899-10)
  source: https://archive.org/details/improvementera212unse
  publication_year: 1899
  note: The Internet Archive item metadata carries a blanket "© Copyright by Intellectual Reserve, Inc." notice. The library owner judged it inapplicable because this issue was published in 1899, before 1931; a scan-level notice does not restore copyright.
---

# Sonnet

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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.
