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SONNET WRITTEN IN A RUINOUS ABBEY, by                    
First Line: As 'mid these moldering walls I pensive stray
Last Line: In spells of rapture all my soul is bound!
Alternate Author Name(s): Hooper, Susan Evance
Subject(s): Monasteries; Ruins; Abbeys


As 'mid these moldering walls I pensive stray,
With moss and ivy rudely overgrown,
I love to watch the last pale glimpse of day,
And hear the rising winds of evening moan.

How loud the gust comes sweeping o'er the vale!
Now faintly murmurs midst those distant trees;
The owl begins her melancholy wail,
Filling with shrieks the pauses of the breeze.

Fancy, thy wildest dreams engage my mind --
I gaze on forms which not to earth belong;
I see them riding on the passing wind,
And hear their sadly-sweet, expressive song.
Wrapped in the dear though visionary sound,
In spells of rapture all my soul is bound!





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