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Charlotte Smith - Sonnet LXII
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Written on passing by Moon-light through a Village,
while the ground was covered with Snow. 
WHILE thus I wander, cheerless and unblest,
And find in change of place but change of pain;
In tranquil sleep the village labourers rest,
And taste that quiet I pursue in vain!
Hush`d is the hamlet now, and faintly gleam
The dying embers, from the casement low
Of the thatch`d cottage; while the Moon`s wan beam
Lends a new lustre to the dazzling snow--
O`er the cold waste, amid the freezing night,
Scarce heeding whither, desolate I stray;
For me, pale Eye of Evening, thy soft light
Leads to no happy home; my weary way
Ends but in sad vicissitudes of care:
I only fly from doubt--to meet despair!
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