TUIBUTARY VERSES. 413 



SONNET, 



On seeing another written to Henry Kirke White, in September 



1803, hiserted in his " Remains by Robert Southey." 



BY ARTHUR 0"\^^EN. 



Ah ! once again the long-left -wires among, 

 Truants the Muse to weave her requiem song ; 

 "With sterner lore now busied, erst the lay 

 Cheer'd my dark morn of manhood, wont to stray 

 O'er fancy's fields in quest of musky flower ; 



To me nor fragrant less, though barr'd from view 

 And courtship of the world : hail'd was the hour 



That gave me, dripping fresh with nature's dew, 

 Poor Henry's budding beauties — to a clime 



Hapless transplanted, whose exotic ray 



Forced their young vigour into transient day, 

 And drain 'd the stalk that rear'd them ! and shall time 

 Trample these orphan blossoms ? — No ! they breathe 

 Still lovelier charms — for Southey culls the wreath I 

 Oxford, 17th Dec. 1807. 



ON READING THE POEM ON SOLITUDE, 

 In the second Volume of ff. K. White's *' Remains,"' 



But art thou tVus indeed " alone ?" 

 Quite unbefriended — all unknown ? 

 And ha^t thou then His name forgot 

 "Who form'd thy frame, and fixed thy lot? 



Is not His voice in evening's gale ? 

 Beams not with Him the "star" so pale? 

 Is there a leaf can fade and die. 

 Unnoticed by His watchful eye ? 



Each flutt'ring hope — each anxious fear — 

 Each lonely sigh — each silent tear — 

 To thine Almighty Friend are known ; 

 And say'st thou, thou art *' all alone V* 



7o=IAH CONDEB. 



