Excerpt from Sonnet ReveriesBhind the prison bars of circumstance, Whose sti¿, time-rusted bolts I could not force, I stood alone and watched afar the course Of sun and stars, or cast a longing glance Towards some bright. Tow'ring height: anear, perchanoe, The sound of revelling on mine ear fell, Oft hushed to silence by a funeral knell. Many scarce pausing in the merry dance Did cry, O laggard, burst thy living tomb Soft is the greensward, cool the scented dell, Come share with us the brightness and the bloom. But one stood by me in the chill and gloom, And felt as I felt all the woeful spell, Though how she forced the bars I ne'er could tell.m.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully, any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.