Charles Tennyson Turner

“And in the gloaming, when the west was grey, I saw the last of the departing day.”

“Hush! 'tis the Chaffinch swinging on the bough, And he will pipe his wafer-notes for me.”

“As on my bed at dawn I mused and prayed, I saw my lattice prankt upon the wall.”

“The ocean, at the bidding of the moon, for ever changes with his restless tide.”

“A moment's fantasy, the scudding cloud, The tremor of the leaf, the passing breeze.”

“Let us not therefore in a sordid wise Abuse our vulgar differences of race.”