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Charlotte Smith - Sonnet XLII: Composed During a Walk
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The dark and pillowy cloud, the sallow trees,
   Seem o`er the ruins of the year to mourn;
And, cold and hollow, the inconstant breeze
   Sobs thro` the falling leaves and wither`d fern.
   O`er the tall brow of yonder chalky bourn, 
The evening shades their gather`d darkness fling,
   While, by the lingering light, I scarce discern
The shrieking night-jar sail on heavy wing.
   Ah! yet a little—and propitious Spring
Crown`d with fresh flowers shall wake the woodland strain;
   But no gay change revolving seasons bring
To call forth pleasure from the soul of pain;
Bid Syren Hope resume her long-lost part,
And chase the vulture Care—that feeds upon the heart.
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