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SONNET.—1818.
[Autumnal leaves and flowerets! lingering last—]
Autumnal leaves and flowerets! lingering last—Pale sickly children of the waning year!
A lovelier race shall yet succeed ye here,
When Nature, her long wintry torpor past
O'er the brown woods and naked earth doth cast
Her vernal mantle. From its prison cell,
Through mould and bark, the struggling germ shall swell,
Bright buds, and beauteous blossoms, following fast—
Oh! I was wont a deep delight to taste,
When the first primrose reared her modest head,
And early violet on the wintry waste,
The renovated soul of sweetness shed!
And they will wake again—and I shall be,
Mine own belovèd home! far, far from them and thee!
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