Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (Каролина Нортон)

Sonnet 6. Where the red wine-cup floweth, there art thou!

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?

1. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept
2. The Lament for Shuil Donald’s Daughter
3. Escape from the Snares of Love
4. Sonnet 9. WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
5. Sonnet 15. WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords

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