Scotish Descriptive Poems/Fowler's Poems/Sonnet 2
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SONNET.
Ten thousand times from side to side I turn, And, restless, roll as on a hedge of thorn;All thir cold nights I gaunt, I glow and burn, I wish for day, yet languish while the morn; And thinking all that time I hear a horn,Announcing that Aurora does appear To glad my heart, by languor all forlorn,And closed darkness of my eyes to clear;I make this verse, but light and learn perquire, Not knowing yet the sequel of the same;Disturbed with yowling hounds that hourly beir, And cackling crows, that seems my pain proclaim;And cry of thee, whose beauty works my smart,Ruth in thy eyes, and rigour in thy heart.