SONNET.
{"newspaper_name": "The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser.", "edition": "01", "page": "p1", "byline": ""}
Look! how the young moon DER the ot,nge


west,


Walks in her maiden purity!-she seems


Adorned in brighter, more alluring beams,
To fiattcr all that look ~. loveliest.
rhc wild breeze laps him to his halcyon rest,


Upon the dark blue waters-wherc the CLEANS


of sheeting moonlight silver o'er his dreams,
Melting to love old oceans heaving breast.
The stars are out, and beautiful are they,
Cold, but still beautiful, crowded choir,
Harmonious in their silent minstrelsy!-
And would fain with beating heart aspire
To their communion--but this weight Of clay,
Clings to the soul, and mocks the vain desire.
r. ID.