Explore "Sonnets" by Helen Hay Whitney on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
I, living love and laughter, have forgot / The way the heart has uttered melody.
As sobbing, plaintive cadence of the sea / A poet's soul should rest, remembering not / The inland paths of green, the flowers, the spot / Where fairies ring. In hermit ecstasy / Music is born, and gay or wofully / Lovers of Poesy share her lonely lot.