Poem by Charlotte Turner Smith

Sonnet 34. Charm'd by Thy Suffrage

Charm'd by thy suffrage, shall I yet aspire
(All inauspicious as my fate appears,
By troubles darken'd, that encrease with years,)
To guide the crayon, or to touch the lyre?
Ah me!—-the sister Muses still require
A spirit free from all intrusive fears,
Nor will they deign to wipe away the tears
Of vain regret, that dim their sacred fire.
But when thy envied sanction crowns my lays,
A ray of pleasure lights my languid mind,
For well I know the value of thy praise;
And to how few, the flattering meed confin'd,
That thou,—-their highly favour'd brows to bind,
Wilt weave green myrtle, and unfading bays!

1. Sonnet Written at Penshurst in Autumn, 1788
2. Sonnet Written in the Churchyard at Middleton in Sussex
3. Sonnet 63. The Gossamer
4. Sonnet 35. To Fortitude
5. Ode to the Poppy

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