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Charlotte Smith - Sonnet LXIV
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HERE from the restless bed of lingering pain
The languid sufferer seeks the tepid wave,
And feels returning health and hope again
Disperse `the gathering shadows of the grave!`
And here romantic rocks that boldly swell,
Fringed with green woods, or stain`d with veins of ore,
Call`d native genius forth, whose Heaven-taught skill
Charm`d the deep echoes of the rifted shore.
But tepid waves, wild scenes, or summer air,
Restore they palsied Fancy, woe-deprest?
Check they the torpid influence of Despair,
Or bid warm Health re-animate the breast;
Where Hope`s soft visions have no longer part,
And whose sad inmate--is a broken heart?
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