Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

Sonnet 13. From Petrarch (OH! place me where the burning moon)

OH! place me where the burning moon
Forbids the wither'd flower to blow;
Or place me in the frigid zone,
On mountains of eternal snow:
Let me pursue the steps of Fame,
Or Poverty's more tranquil road;
Let youth's warm tide my veins inflame,
Or sixty winters chill my blood:
Though my fond soul to Heaven were flown,
Or though on earth 'tis doom'd to pine,
Prisoner or free--obscure or known,
My heart, oh Laura! still is thine.
Whate'er my destiny may be,
That faithful heart still burns for thee!

1. Sonnet 85. The Fairest Flowers Are Gone! For Tempests Fell
2. Sonnet 66. The Night-Flood Rakes
3. Sonnet 8. To Spring
4. Sonnet 43. The Unhappy Exile
5. Sonnet 75. Where the Wild Woods and Pathless Forests Frown

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