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Charlotte Smith - Sonnet XVI. From Petrarch
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YE vales and woods! fair scenes of happier hours!
Ye feather`d people, tenants of the grove!
And you, bright stream! befringed with shrubs and flowers,
Behold my grief, ye witnesses of love!
For ye beheld my infant passion rise,
And saw through years unchanged my faithful flame;
Now cold, in dust, the beauteous object lies,
And you, ye conscious scenes, are still the same!
While busy Memory still delights to dwell
On all the charms these bitter tears deplore,
And with a trembling hand describes too well
The angel form I shall behold no more!
To Heaven she`s fled! and nought to me remains
But the pale ashes which her urn contains.
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