Sonnet CXXIII.

I' vidi in terra angelici costumi.     THE EFFECTS OF HER GRIEF.         On earth reveal'd the beauties of the skies,     Angelic features, it was mine to hail;     Features, which wake my mingled joy and wail,     While all besides like dreams or shadows flies.     And fill'd with tears I saw those two bright eyes,     Which oft have turn'd the sun with envy pale;     And from those lips I heard--oh! such a tale,     As might awake brute Nature's sympathies!     Wit, pity, excellence, and grief, and love     With blended plaint so sweet a concert made,     As ne'er was given to mortal ear to prove:     And heaven itself such mute attention paid,     That not a breath disturb'd the listening grove--     Even ther's wildest gales the tuneful charm obey'd.     WRANGHAM.         Yes, I beheld on earth angelic grace,     And charms divine which mortals rarely see,     Such as both glad and pain the memory;     Vain, light, unreal is all else I trace:     Tears I saw shower'd from those fine eyes apace,     Of which the sun ofttimes might envious be;     Accents I heard sigh'd forth so movingly,     As to stay floods, or mountains to displace.     Love and good sense, firmness, with pity join'd     And wailful grief, a sweeter concert made     Than ever yet was pour'd on human ear:     And heaven unto the music so inclined,     That not a leaf was seen to stir the shade;     Such melody had fraught the winds, the atmosphere.     NOTT.