Here you will find the Poem Sonnet VI of poet Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
WHERE the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou! Where luxury curtains out the evening sky;-- Triumphant Mirth sits flush'd upon thy brow, And ready laughter lurks within thine eye. Where the long day declineth, lone I sit, In idle thought, my listless hands entwined, And, faintly smiling at remember'd wit, Act the scene over to my musing mind. In my lone dreams I hear thy eloquent voice, I see the pleased attention of the throng, And bid my spirit in thy joy rejoice, Lest in love's selshness I do thee wrong. Ah! midst that proud and mirthful company Send'st thou no wandering thought to love and me?