Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton (Каролина Нортон)

Sonnet 4. BE frank with me, and I accept my lot

BE frank with me, and I accept my lot;
But deal not with me as a grieving child,
Who for the loss of that which he hath not
Is by a show of kindness thus beguiled.
Raise not for me, from its enshrouded tomb,
The ghostly likeness of a hope deceased;
Nor think to cheat the darkness of my doom
By wavering doubts how far thou art released:
This dressing Pity in the garb of Love,--
This effort of the heart to seem the same,--
These sighs and lingerings, (which nothing prove
But that thou leav'st me with a kind of shame,)--
Remind me more, by their most vain deceit,
Of the dear loss of all which thou dost counterfeit.

1. Sonnet 17. Nor wert thou only by thy kindred wept
2. Sonnet 12. I STAND beside the waves,--the mournful waves
3. Sonnet 9. WHEN our young Queen put on her rightful crown
4. Sonnet 15. WHEN thy light fingers touch th' obedient chords
5. Sonnet 16. WHITE Rose of Bourbon's branch, so early faded!

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