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FRANCIS KAZINCZI.
SONNET.
O! I have passed a day of ecstacy!
Leading two lovely sisters forth among
The flowers, the meadows, and the forest song,
To the still stream where murmuring poplars be—
There did we sit beneath th' o'ershadowing tree,
Watching the waters as they roll'd along.
She sang—O joy! what smiles—what blushes throng
Upon those cheeks—and what delight for me!
What witchery in those silver-sounding notes!
How all enchanting that soft music floats!
The air is thrilling with its sounds divine:
But sweeter, sweeter far—when on my ear
Enraptur'd—one blest breathing fell—"My dear—
My dear—delighted listener! I am thine."
