Poem by Charlotte Turner Smith

Sonnet 64. Here from the Restless Bed of Lingering Pain

HERE from the restless bed of lingering pain
The languid sufferer seeks the tepid wave,
And feels returning health and hope again
Disperse 'the gathering shadows of the grave!'
And here romantic rocks that boldly swell,
Fringed with green woods, or stain'd with veins of ore,
Call'd native genius forth, whose Heaven-taught skill
Charm'd the deep echoes of the rifted shore.
But tepid waves, wild scenes, or summer air,
Restore they palsied Fancy, woe-deprest?
Check they the torpid influence of Despair,
Or bid warm Health re-animate the breast;
Where Hope's soft visions have no longer part,
And whose sad inmate--is a broken heart?

1. Sonnet 33. To the Naiad of the Arun
2. Sonnet 85. The Fairest Flowers Are Gone! For Tempests Fell
3. Sonnet 27. Sighing I See Yon Little Troop at Play
4. Sonnet 21. Supposed to Written by Werter
5. Sonnet 75. Where the Wild Woods and Pathless Forests Frown

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