Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

Sonnet 10. To Mrs. G***

AH! why will Mem'ry with officious care
The long lost visions of my days renew?
Why paint the vernal landscape green and fair,
When life's gay dawn was opening to my view?
Ah! wherefore bring those moments of delight,
When with my Anna, on the southern shore,
I thought the future, as the present bright?
Ye dear delusions!--ye return no more!
Alas! how diff'rent does the truth appear,
From the warm picture youth's rash hand portrays!
How fades the scene, as we approach it near,
And pain and sorrow strike--how many ways!
Yet of that tender heart, ah! still retain
A share for me--and I will not complain! 

1. Sonnet 51. Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides
2. Sonnet 33. To the Naiad of the Arun
3. Sonnet 43. The Unhappy Exile
4. Sonnet 13. From Petrarch (OH! place me where the burning moon)
5. Sonnet 66. The Night-Flood Rakes

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