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O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze, The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread;
Waving in every sighing air that stirs, As Fairy fingers had entwined the thread:
A thousand trembling orbs of lucid dew Spangle the texture of the fairy loom,
As if soft Sylphs, lamenting as they flew, Had wept departed Summer's transient bloom:
But the wind rises, and the turf receives The glittering web: — So, evanescent,
Bright views that Youth with sanguine heart believes: So vanish schemes of bliss, by Fancy made;
Which, fragile as the fleeting dews of morn,
Leave but the wither'd heath, and barren thorn!
Charlotte Smith
Charlotte Turner Smith (4 May 1749 – 28 October 1806) was an English Romantic poet and novelist. She initiated a revival of the English sonnet,
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