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 TO HAYDON.

ENCLOSING THE PRECEDING SONNET.

 SONNET.

["I was led into these thoughts, my dear Reynolds, by the beauty of the morning operating on a sense of idleness. I have not read any books—the morning said I was right—I had no idea but of the morning, and the thrush said I was right—seeming to say,"]

! whose face hath felt the Winter's wind, Whose eye hath seen the snow-clouds hung in mist, And the black elm-tops among the freezing stars To thee the Spring will be a harvest-time. O thou, whose only book hath been the light Of supreme darkness, which thou feddest on Night after night, when Phœbus was away, To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn. 