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Sonnet II

Written at the close of Spring.

HE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,    Each simple flower, which she had nursed in dew,

Anemonies, that spangled every grove,    The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue.

No more shall violets linger in the dell,    Or purple orchis variegate the plain,

Till Spring again shall call forth every bell,    And dress with humid hands her wreaths again.—Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair,    Are the fond visions of thy early day,

Till tyrant passion and corrosive care    Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!

Another May new buds and flowers shall bring;

Ah! why has happiness—no second spring?o

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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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