PREFATORY POEM TO MY BROTHER’S SONNETS.
Midnight, June 30, 1879.
I.
Midnight—in no midsummer tune
The breakers lash the shores:
The cuckoo of a joyless June
Is calling out of doors:
Midnight—in no midsummer tune
The breakers lash the shores:
The cuckoo of a joyless June
Is calling out of doors:
And thou hast vanish’d from thine own
To that which looks like rest,
True brother, only to be known
By those who love thee best.
To that which looks like rest,
True brother, only to be known
By those who love thee best.
