There is no title to these two:-- I like a fire of wood; there is a kind Of artless poetry in all its ways: When first 'tis lighted, how it roars and plays, And sways to every breath its flames, refined By fancy to some shape by life confined.
And then how touching are its latter days; When, all its strength decayed, and spent the blaze Of fiery youth, grey ash is all we find.
Perhaps we know the tree, of which the pile Once formed a part, and oft beneath its shade Have sported in our youth; or in quaint style Have carved upon its rugged bark a name Of which the memory doth alone remain A memory doomed, alas! in turn to fade.
Bad enough as verse, the critic will say; refined, confined, find--what poor rhymes are these! and he will think me wrong to draw these frailties from their forgotten abode.

But I like to think of the solitary old man sitting by his wood fire in the old house, not brooding bitterly on his frustrate life, but putting his quiet thoughts into the form of a sonnet.

The other is equally good--or bad, if the critic will have it so:-- The clock had just struck five, and all was still Within my house, when straight I open threw With eager hand the casement dim with dew.
Oh, what a glorious flush of light did fill That old staircase! and then and there did kill All those black doubts that ever do renew Their civil war with all that's good and true Within our hearts, when body and mind are ill From this slight incident I would infer A cheerful truth, that men without demur, In times of stress and doubt, throw open wide The windows of their breast; nor stung by pride In stifling darkness gloomily abide; But bid the light flow in on either side.
A "slight incident" and a beautiful thought.

But all I have so far said about the little book is preliminary to what I wish to say about another sonnet which must also be quoted.

It is perhaps, as a sonnet, as ill done as the others, but the subject of it specially attracted me, as it happened to be one which was much in my mind during my week's stay at Norton.