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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet XXXIII: I Wake
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I wake! delusive phantoms hence, away!
Tempt not the weakness of a lover`s breast;
The softest breeze can shake the halcyon`s nest,
And lightest clouds o`ercast the dawning ray!
`Twas but a vision! Now, the star of day
Peers, like a gem on Aetna`s burning crest!
Wellcome, ye Hills, with golden vintage drest;
Sicilian forests brown, and vallies gay!
A mournful stranger, from the Lesbian Isle,
Not strange, in loftiest eulogy of Song!
She, who could teach the Stoic`s cheek to smile,
Thaw the cold heart, and chain the wond`ring throng,
Can find no balm, love`s arrows to beguile;
Ah! Sorrows known too soon! and felt too long!
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