| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | II. To My Books | | By Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton (1808–1877) |
| | | SILENT companions of the lonely hour,— | |
| Friends who can never alter or forsake, | |
| Who for inconstant roving have no power, | |
| And all neglect, perforce, must calmly take,— | |
| Let me return to YOU; this turmoil ending | 5 |
| Which worldly cares have in my spirit wrought, | |
| And, o’er your old familiar pages bending, | |
| Refresh my mind with many a tranquil thought, | |
| Till haply meeting there, from time to time, | |
| Fancies, the audible echo of my own, | 10 |
| ’T will be like hearing in a foreign clime | |
| My native language spoke in friendly tone, | |
| And with a sort of welcome I shall dwell | |
| On these, my unripe musings, told so well. | | | | |
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