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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet III: Turn to Yon Vale Beneath
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Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade
Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light,
Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled Loves invite,
The bow`r of Pleasure opens to the glade:
Lull`d by soft flutes, on leaves of violets laid,
There witching beauty greets the ravish`d sight,
More gentle than the arbitress of night
In all her silv`ry panoply array`d!
The birds breathe bliss! light zephyrs kiss the ground,
Stealing the hyacinth`s divine perfume;
While from the pellucid fountains glitt`ring round,
Small tinkling rills bid rival flow`rets bloom!
HERE, laughing Cupids bathe the bosom`s wound;
THERE, tyrant passion finds a glorious tomb!
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