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Charlotte Smith - Sonnet XLV. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex
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FAREWELL, Aruna!--on whose varied shore
My early vows were paid to Nature`s shrine,
When thoughtless joy, and infant hope were mine,
And whose lorn stream has heard me since deplore
Too many sorrows! Sighing I resign
Thy solitary beauties--and no more
Or on thy rocks or in thy woods recline,
Or on the heath, by moonlight lingering, pore
On air-drawn phantoms--while in Fancy`s ear,
As in the evening wind thy murmurs swell,
The Enthusiast of the Lyre who wander`d here,
Seems yet to strike his visionary shell,
Of power to call forth Pity`s tenderest tear,
Or wake wild Frenzy--from her hideous cell!
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