Sonnet
ON SEEING ANOTHER WRITTEN TO H. K. WHITE, IN SEPTEMBER, 1803, INSERTED IN HIS “REMAINS.”
BY ARTHUR OWEN, ESQ.
Ah! once again the long left wires among,
Truants the Muse to weave her requiem song;
With sterner lore now busied, erst the lay
Cheer’d my dark morn of manhood, wont to stray
O’er fancy’s fields in quest of musky flower;
To me nor fragrant less, though barr’d from view
And courtship of the world: hail’d was the hour
That gave me, dripping fresh with nature’s dew,
Poor Henry’s budding beauties—to a clime
Hapless transplanted, whose exotic ray
Forced their young vigour into transient day,
And drain’d the stalk that rear’d them! and shall time
Trample these orphan blossoms?—No! they breathe
Still lovelier charms—for Southey culls the wreath!
Oxford, Dec. 17, 1807.