WHERE the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou! <br />Where luxury curtains out the evening sky;-- <br />Triumphant Mirth sits flush'd upon thy brow, <br />And ready laughter lurks within thine eye. <br />Where the long day declineth, lone I sit, <br />In idle thought, my listless hands entwined, <br />And, faintly smiling at remember'd wit, <br />Act the scene over to my musing mind. <br />In my lone dreams I hear thy eloquent voice, <br />I see the pleased attention of the throng, <br />And bid my spirit in thy joy rejoice, <br />Lest in love's selshness I do thee wrong. <br />Ah! midst that proud and mirthful company <br />Send'st thou no wandering thought to love and me?<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vi-10/
