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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet XXV: Can`st Thou Forget
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Can`st thou forget, O! Idol of my Soul!
Thy Sappho`s voice, her form, her dulcet Lyre!
That melting ev`ry thought to fond desire,
Bade sweet delerium o`er thy senses roll?
Can`st thou, so soon, renounce the blest control
That calm`d with pity`s tears love`s raging fire,
While Hope, slow breathing on the trembling wire,
In every note with soft persuasion stole?
Oh! Sov`reign of my heart! return! return!
For me no spring appears, no summers bloom,
No Sun-beams glitter, and no altars burn!
The mind`s dark winter of eternal gloom,
Shews `midst the waste a solitary urn,
A blighted laurel, and a mould`ring tomb!
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