A lady-poem rendered as a Spenserian sonnet, not signed. John G. C. Brainard, a Connecticut poet, published much in Spenserian stanzas; both of the sonnets in Remains are in the Spenserian form.
Rufus W. Griswold: "Brainard lacked the mental discipline and strong self-command which alone confer true power. He never could have produced a great work. His poems were nearly all written during the six years in which he edited the Mirror, and they bear marks of haste and carelessness, though some of them are very beautiful. He failed only in his humorous pieces; in all the rest his language is appropriate and pure, his diction free and harmonious, and his sentiments natural and sincere. His serious poems are characterized by deep feeling and delicate fancy; and if we had no records of his history, they would show that he was a man of great gentleness, simplicity, and purity" Poets and Poetry of America (1842) 178.
—She was a lovely one — her shape was light
And delicately flexible — her eye
Might have been black, or blue, — but it was bright,
Though beaming not on every passer-by,
'Twas very modest, and a little shy.
The eyelash seemed to shade the very cheek,
That had the colour of a sunset sky,
Not rosy — but a soft and heav'nly streak
For which the arm might strike — the heart might break—
And a soft gentle voice, that kindly sweet
Accosted one she chanced to overtake,
While walking slowly on Iambic feet,
In tones that fell as soft as heav'n's own dew
Who was it? dear young Lady, was it you?