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SONNET XII. TO THE SAME.
5th June, 1800.
Ah, go my Sister!—do not vainly try
To reconcile thy bosom's fervent beat
To sordid Art's unnatural pageantry!
In spotless youth, thy fancy-guided feet,
Have trod the plains, and search'd the mossy dells,
The foaming mountain-torrent's mighty fall;
Have traced the haunts where Inspiration dwells;
And vainly, Maiden, would thy soul recall
Feelings which Nature banished when she view'd
Thy youth so vowed to mystic solitude,
And o'er thy form her sacred mantle threw:
“Henceforth,” she cried, “Oh Maid of noble heart,
“Should thou my hallow'd turf-built shrine desert,
“Nought can thy vanished happiness renew.”
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