Sonnet. To ——.

Oh ! I have loved thee with a boundless love,1
Through all the wayward changes of my fate !2
Thou wert the star, whose rays could dissipate3
My gathered gloom, and bid all clouds remove :4
Our passion grew from childhood ; with our days5
It strengthened, and it prospered, and became,6
Within our souls, an Ætna of pure flame,7
Warm as the sun, and quenchless in its blaze :8
The master-current of my mind was bowed9
To thine—like rainbow o’er a mountain-stream,10
When Evening shines upon the silvery cloud,11
Stealing, and lending beauty in its beam ;12
Thou wert the idol of my heart avowed,13
And life, without thee, was a troublous dream !14