Sonnet. Written Near The Sea. Poem by Susan Evance

NOW wild the blasts of Autumn sweep along
These rugged rocks, this solitary shore!
Mingled with Ocean's deep tempestuous roar,
And many a sea-bird's melancholy song.

But ah! more wild the tumult of my soul-
More turbulent the feelings tossing there;
For ev'ry hope is blasted by Despair,
And clouds of darkness o'er my prospects roll,

The winds that agitate the foaming deep
Ere long shall sink to quiet calm repose;
But still this aching heart will sigh its woes,
Still will these streaming eyes in anguish weep-

Till death shall bid the storms of passion cease,
And lay me in the silent home of peace.