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Charlotte Smith - Sonnet XL. From The Same.
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FAR on the sands, the low, retiring tide,
In distant murmurs hardly seems to flow;
And o`er the world of waters, blue and wide,
The sighing summer wind forgets to blow.
As sinks the day-star in the rosy west,
The silent wave, with rich reflection glows:
Alas! can tranquil nature give me rest,
Or scenes of beauty soothe me to repose?
Can the soft lustre of the sleeping main,
Yon radiant heaven, or all creation`s charms,
"Erase the written troubles of the brain,"
Which memory tortures, and which guilt alarms?
Or bid a bosom transient quiet prove,
That bleeds with vain remorse and unextinguish`d love!
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