The Poetical Works of the late Mrs Mary Robinson including many pieces never before published. In Three Volumes |
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SONNET XIII.
Bring, bring, to deck my brow, ye sylvan girls,A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair
The costly band of studded gems prepare,
Of sparkling chrysolite or orient pearls:
Love o'er my head his canopy unfurls,
His purple pinions fan the whisp'ring air;
Mocking the golden sandal, rich and rare,
Beneath my feet the fragrant woodbine curls.
Bring the thin robe, to fold about my breast,
White as the downy swan; while round my waist
Let leaves of glossy myrtle bind the vest,
Not idly gay, but elegantly chaste!
Love scorns the nymph in wanton trappings drest;
And charms the most conceal'd, are doubly grac'd.
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