sonnet(摘抄）

Poet Of Nature，thou has wept to konw,
The things depart which may never return,
Children and youth, friendship and love's first glow,
Haved fled liked sweet dreams, leaving thee to moun.
These common woes I feel. One loss is mine
Which thou too feel'st, yet I alone deplore
 Thou wert as a lone star, whose light did shine
On some frail bark in winter's midnight roar:
Thou hast like to a rock-built refuge stood
Above the blind and battling multitude
In honored poverty thy voice did weave
Songs consecrate to trth and liberty,
Deserting these, thou leavest me to grieve
Thus having been, that thou shouldst cease to be