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Thursday, 7 August 2014

Sonnet II. Written at the Close of Spring by Charlotte Turner Smith

The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,
Each simple flower, which she had nursed in dew,
Anemonies, that spangled every grove,
The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue.
No more shall violets linger in the dell,
Or purple orchis variegate the plain,
Till Spring again shall call forth every bell,
And dress with humid hands her wreaths again.–
Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair,
Are the fond visions of thy early day,
Till tyrant passion and corrosive care
Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!
Another May new buds and flowers shall bring;
Ah! why has happiness–no second spring?

From: Turner, Charlotte Smith, Elegaic Sonnets, and Other Poems, 1827, Jones & Company: London, p. 1.

Date: 1784

By: Charlotte Turner Smith (1749-1806)