Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон)

Sonnet 13. Bring, Brick to Deck My Brow

Bring, bring to deck my brow, ye Sylvan girls,
A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair
The costly band of studded gems prepare,
Of sparkling crysolite or orient pearls:
Love, o'er my head his canopy unfurls,
His purple pinions fan the whisp'ring air;
Mocking the golden sandal, rich and rare,
Beneath my feet the fragrant woodbine curls.
Bring the thin robe, to fold about my breast,
White as the downy swan; while round my waist
Let leaves of glossy myrtle bind the vest,
Not idly gay, but elegantly chaste!
Love scorns the nymph in wanton trappings drest;
And charms the most concealed, are doubly grac'd.

1. The Deserted Cottage
2. Echo to Him Who Complains
3. Sonnet 9. Ye, Who in Alleys Green
4. Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter
5. Sonnet 14. Come, Soft Aeolian Harp

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