Anon there rose an echo through the vale
Gave back Enydmion in a dreamlike tale.
[SONNET.]
TO AN ENTHUSIAST.
Young ardent soul, graced with fair Nature's truth,
Spring warmth of heart, and fervency of mind,
And still a large late love of all thy kind.
Spite of the world's cold practice and Time's tooth,—
For all these gifts, I know not, in fair sooth,
Whether to give thee joy, or bid thee blind