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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet
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In early youth, blithe Spring`s exulting day,
  Each hour put forth new raptures to my view;
Each sunny morn on downy pinions flew,
  And swift the jocund minutes danc`d away! 

Ere Summer`s breath matur`d my ripening mind,
  I found the blissful scene begin to fade;
Cold sorrow hover`d round with wings unkind,
  And o`er my bosom spread a dreary shade; 

An early Winter chills my glowing breast,
  Frost-nipp`d too soon my fondest hopes decay;
My cheek no more with rosy graces bless`d,
  Smiles with the freshness of returning May;
So freezing gales in sunny splendours drest,
  Fade the young blossoms of the infant spray.
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