Go Valentine and tell that lovely maid <br /> Whom Fancy still will pourtray to my sight, <br />How her Bard lingers in this sullen shade, <br /> This dreary gloom of dull monastic night. <br />Say that from every joy of life remote <br /> At evening's closing hour he quits the throng, <br />Listening alone the ring-dove's plaintive note <br /> Who pours like him her solitary song. <br />Say that her absence calls the sorrowing sigh, <br /> Say that of all her charms he loves to speak, <br />In fancy feels the magic of her eye, <br /> In fancy views the smile illume her cheek, <br />Courts the lone hour when Silence stills the grove <br />And heaves the sigh of Memory and of Love.<br /><br />Robert Southey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-01-2/
