Fair is the rising morn when o'er the sky <br /> The orient sun expands his roseate ray, <br />And lovely to the Bard's enthusiast eye <br /> Fades the meek radiance of departing day; <br />But fairer is the smile of one we love, <br /> Than all the scenes in Nature's ample sway. <br />And sweeter than the music of the grove, <br /> The voice that bids us welcome. Such delight <br /> EDITH! is mine, escaping to thy sight <br />From the hard durance of the empty throng. <br /> Too swiftly then towards the silent night <br />Ye Hours of happiness! ye speed along, <br /> Whilst I, from all the World's cold cares apart, <br /> Pour out the feelings of my burthen'd heart.<br /><br />Robert Southey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-09-3/
