Sonnet To Futurity
Oh! how my heart doth shrink --while on the sky,
Futurity! I mark the gathering gloom
Nursing the dreadful tempest in its womb--
The tempest rude of woe and misery!
Though Fancy, with her ever -pleasing hue
Lends a sweet charm to thy dim, distant scene--
Yet oh! -When the dark mists that lie between
There and the present --vanish from the view
And sober Reason --like the vivid light,
That bursting from the storm fiend's angry eye,
Paints to the mariner's affrightet sight
The yawining waves --their dreadful revelry--
Divests thee or thy fairy colours bright--
What scenes appaling in thee I desirery!
(19th August 1842)
Poem no: 28
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