Poem by Charlotte Turner Smith

Sonnet 32. To Melancholy. Written on the Banks of the Arun, October, 1785

WHEN latest Autumn spreads her evening veil
And the gray mists from these dim waves arise,
I love to listen to the hollow sighs,
Thro' the half leafless wood that breathes the gale.
For at such hours the shadowy phantom, pale,
Oft seems to fleet before the poet's eyes;
Strange sounds are heard, and mournful melodies,
As of night wand'rers, who their woes bewail!
Here, by his native stream, at such an hour,
Pity's own Otway, I methinks could meet,
And hear his deep sighs swell the sadden'd wind!
Oh Melancholy!—such thy magic power,
That to the soul these dreams are often sweet,
And soothe the pensive visionary mind!

1. Sonnet 33. To the Naiad of the Arun
2. Sonnet 21. Supposed to Written by Werter
3. Sonnet 8. To Spring
4. Sonnet 64. Here from the Restless Bed of Lingering Pain
5. Sonnet 27. Sighing I See Yon Little Troop at Play

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