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Mary Darby Robinson - Sonnet to Evening
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[Written under a tree in the woods of St. Amand, in Flanders.]


SWEET BALMY HOUR! ­dear to the pensive mind,
  Oft have I watch`d thy dark and weeping shade,
  Oft have I hail`d thee in the dewy glade,
And drop`d a tear of SYMPATHY refin`d. 

When humming bees, hid in their golden bow`rs,
  Sip the pure nectar of MAY`S blushing rose,
  Or faint with noon-day toils, their limbs repose,
In Baths of Essence stol`n from sunny flow`rs. 

Oft do I seek thy shade dear with`ring tree,
  Sad emblem of my OWN disast`rous state;
Doom`d in the spring of life, alas ! like THEE
  To fade, and droop beneath the frowns of FATE;
Like THEE, may Heaven to ME the meed bestow,
To shelter Sorrow`s tear, and sooth THE CHILD OF WOE.
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