Poem by Charlotte Turner Smith

Sonnet 33. To the Naiad of the Arun

GO, rural Naiad! wind thy stream along
Through woods and wilds: then seek the ocean caves
Where sea-nymphs meet their coral rocks among,
To boast the various honours of their waves!
'Tis but a little, o'er thy shallow tide,
That toiling trade her burden'd vessel leads;
But laurels grow luxuriant on thy side,
And letters live along thy classic meads.
Lo! where 'mid British bards thy natives shine!
And now another poet helps to raise
Thy glory high--the poet of the MINE ,
Whose brilliant talents are his smallest praise:
And who, to all that genius can impart,
Adds the cool head, and the unblemish'd heart.

1. Sonnet 9. Blest is yon shepherd, on the turf reclined
2. Sonnet 43. The Unhappy Exile
3. Sonnet 66. The Night-Flood Rakes
4. Sonnet 51. Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides
5. Sonnet 83. The Sea View

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