 | Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson] |  |
33
LOSS AND RESTORATION OF SMELL.
Dull to the year's first odours, I rebelledAgainst the law which doom'd the violets
E'er I had smelt them; but, ere long, I held
A quicken'd nostril over all the sweets
Of the full summer—for I had besought
The All-Giver to restore my blunted sense;
Humbly I pray'd, and breath of roses brought
The answer. O! it was a joy intense,
After that dreary interval of loss.
I laughed, I ran about as one possessed;
And now that winter seems my hopes to cross,
I snuff the very frost with happy zest,
Proud of recovered power, and fain to win
Fresh triumphs for it, when the Spring comes in.
| Sonnets by the Rev. Charles Turner [i.e. Charles Tennyson] | |