SONNET.
THE moon shone full upon the tide,
On whose dark, heaving bosom wide
The white light broke, till far and near,
With dancing jewels, silver-clear,
The sullen waves were glorified.
We spoke no word—all beauties vied
To charm our souls; and, satisfied,
We felt no care, no doubt, no fear—
For there we vowed, in accents dear,
To walk life’s pathway side by side.
Howell Stroud England.