GREEN avenue, whose shadow dim and sweet <br />Pleasantly shelter'd me in days of yore, <br />Dear lost companion, whose slow-pacing feet <br />Then wander'd with me on that moss-paved floor,-- <br />Still, like a natural temple, spring those trees, <br />Their column'd stems high-arching over-head? <br />Still dost THOU love, while sighs the murmuring breeze, <br />At Summer eve that velvet path to tread? <br />Then, gentle friend, in whose unworldly eyes, <br />And on whose calm, serene, expressive brow, <br />The light of many a prayer reflected lies, <br />As thou with Heaven didst constant commune know,-- <br />Though, in this world, divided we must be, <br />Kneel in that quiet spot, and pray to God for ME!<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xi-8/
