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Elegiac sonnets, and other poems

by Charlotte Smith ... The eighth edition

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SONNET XXXI. WRITTEN ON FARM WOOD, SOUTH DOWNS, IN MAY 1784.
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SONNET XXXI. WRITTEN ON FARM WOOD, SOUTH DOWNS, IN MAY 1784.

Spring's dewy hand on this fair summit weaves
The downy grass, with tufts of Alpine flowers,
And shades the beechen slopes with tender leaves,
And leads the shepherd to his upland bowers,
Strewn with wild thyme; while slow-descending showers
Feed the green ear, and nurse the future sheaves!
—Ah! blest the hind—whom no sad thought bereaves
Of the gay Season's pleasures!—All his hours
To wholesome labour given, or thoughtless mirth;
No pangs of sorrow past, or coming dread,
Bend his unconscious spirit down to earth,
Or chase calm slumbers from his careless head!
Ah! what to me can those dear days restore,
When scenes could charm that now I taste no more!