Poems (Hornblower)/Sonnet (Immortal visions dawn upon me now)
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SONNET.
Immortal visions dawn upon me now, I see my blest one kneeling near the throne,The amaranthine wreath upon his brow, And fain would hail him, "My beloved, my own!"He starts to hear again that well-known tone, And turns on me his eyes of blissful love:Ah, dearest brother! early art thou flown Our arms, I cry, to those pure realms above!Sadly our hearts require thee. At that voice, Beams forth again his own benignant smile:— "I know ye weep me, but a little while"And through the eternal years we will rejoice,"O sister! sorrowing o'er my earthly bed,"Think of these realms, and be thou comforted!"