Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

Sonnet 42. Composed During a Walk

The dark and pillowy cloud, the sallow trees,
  Seem o'er the ruins of the year to mourn;
And, cold and hollow, the inconstant breeze
  Sobs thro' the falling leaves and wither'd fern.
  O'er the tall brow of yonder chalky bourn,
The evening shades their gather'd darkness fling,
  While, by the lingering light, I scarce discern
The shrieking night-jar sail on heavy wing.
  Ah! yet a little—and propitious Spring
Crown'd with fresh flowers shall wake the woodland strain;
  But no gay change revolving seasons bring
To call forth pleasure from the soul of pain;
Bid Syren Hope resume her long-lost part,
And chase the vulture Care—that feeds upon the heart.

1. Sonnet 67. On Passing over a Dreary Tract
2. Verses, on the Death of the Same Lady
3. Sonnet 32. To Melancholy. Written on the Banks of the Arun, October, 1785
4. Thirty-Eight
5. Ode to the Poppy

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