Sonnet X. To One Who Has Been Long In City Pent

To one who has been long in city pent,
  'Tis very sweet to look into the fair
  And open face of heaven -- to breathe a prayer
  Full in the smile of the blue firmament.
  Who is more happy, when, with heart's content,
  Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
  Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
  And gentle tale of love and languishment?
  Returning home at evening, with an ear
  Catching the notes of Philomel,-- an eye
  Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career,
  He mourns that day so soon has glided by:
  E'en like the passage of an angel's tear
  That falls through the clear ether silently.