| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | I. Creativeness of a Loving Eye | | By Laman Blanchard (1803–1845) |
| | | PLEASURES lie thickest where no pleasures seem: | |
| There ’s not a leaf that falls upon the ground | |
| But holds some joy, of silence or of sound; | |
| Some sprite begotten of a summer dream. | |
| The very meanest things are made supreme | 5 |
| With innate ecstasy. No grain of sand | |
| But moves a bright and million-peopled land, | |
| And hath its Eden and its Eves, I deem. | |
| For Love, though blind himself, a curious eye | |
| Hath lent me, to behold the hearts of things, | 10 |
| And touched mine ear with power. Thus, far or nigh, | |
| Minute or mighty, fixed or free with wings, | |
| Delight, from many a nameless covert sly, | |
| Peeps sparkling, and in tones familiar sings. | | | | |
|
|
