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thee languish all. Come, that I may not hear the winds of Night, Nor count the heavy eave-drops as they fall. _Dec. 21st, 1782._ SONNET XLII. Lo! the YEAR's FINAL DAY!--Nature performs Its obsequies with darkness, wind, and rain; But Man is jocund.--Hark! th' exultant strain From towers and steeples drowns the wintry storms! No village spire but to the cots and farms, Right merrily, its scant and tuneless peal Rings round!--Ah! joy ungrateful!--mirth insane! Wherefore the senseless triumph, ye, who feel This annual portion of brief Life the while Depart for ever?--Brought it no dear hours Of health and night-rest?--none that saw the smile On lips belov'd?--O! with as gentle powers Will the next pass?--Ye pause!--yet careless hear Strike these last Clocks, that knell th' EXPIRING YEAR! _Dec. 31st, 1782._ SONNET XLIII. TO MAY, IN THE YEAR 1783. My memory, long accustom'd to receive In deep-engraven lines, each varying trait Past Times and Seasons wore, can find no date Thro' many years, O! MAY, when thou hadst leave, As now, of the great SUN, serene to weave Thy fragrant chaplets; in poetic state To call the jocund Hours on thee to wait, Bringing each day, at morn, at noon, at eve, His mild illuminations.--Nymph, no more Is thine to mourn beneath the scanty shade Of half-blown foliage, shivering to deplore Thy garlands immature, thy rites unpaid; Meads dropt with [1]gold again to thee belong, Soft gales, luxuriant bowers, and wood-land song. 1: Kingcups. SONNET XLIV. Rapt CONTEMPLATION, bring thy waking dreams To this umbrageous vale at noon-tide hour, While full of _thee_ seems every bending flower, Whose petals tremble o'er the shadow'd streams! Give thou HONORA's image, when her beams, Youth, beauty, kindness, shone;--what time she wore That smile, of gentle, yet resistless power To sooth each painful Passion's wild extremes. Here shall no empty, vain Intruder chase, With idle converse, thy enchantment warm, That brings, in all its interest, all its grace, The dear, persuasive, visionary Form. Can real Life a rival blessing boast When thou canst thus restore HONORA early lost? SONNET XLV. [1]From Possibility's dim chaos sprung, High o'er its gloom the Aerostatic Power Arose!--Exulti
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