SONNET XIII. * AT A CONVENT. 1 IF chance some pensive stranger, hither led, Should ask who sleeps beneath this lowly bed- A mourner, beauteous and unknown, she came, Her voice was soft, which yet a charm could lend Where, hush'd to long repose, the wretched rest. O TIME! who know'st a lenient hand to lay I And think, when thou hast dried the bitter tear That flows in vain o'er all my soul held dear, may look back on every sorrow past, And meet life's peaceful evening with a smile As some lone bird, at day's departing hour, Sings in the sunbeam, of the transient shower Forgetful, though its wings are wet the while:Yet ah! how much must that poor heart endure, Which hopes from thee, and thee alone, a cure! C SONNET XV. LANGUID, and sad, and slow from day to day, I journey on, yet pensive turn to view (Where the rich landscape gleams with softer hue) The streams, and vales, and hills, that steal away. So fares it with the children of the earth: For when life's goodly prospect opens round, Their spirits beat to tread that fairy ground, Where every vale sounds to the pipe of mirth. But them vain hope, and easy youth beguiles, And soon a longing look, like me, they cast Back on the pleasing prospect of the past: Yet fancy points where still far onward smiles Some sunny spot, and her fair colouring blends, Till cheerless on their path the night descends. SONNET XVI.× ON A DISTANT VIEW OF ENGLAND. AH! from mine eyes the tears unbidden start, Scenes of my youth, reviving gales ye bring, Fled are those hours, and all the joys they gave, Yet still I gaze, and count each rising wave That bears me nearer to your haunts again; If haply, 'mid those woods and vales so fair, Stranger to peace, I yet may meet her there. SONNET XVII. * TO THE RIVER CHERWELL. CHERWELL, how pleas'd along thy willow'd edge Of joy return, as when Heaven's beauteous bow Of solace, that may bear me on serene, 'Till Eve's last hush shall close the silent scene. |