Here you will find thePoemSonnet XVIIIof poet Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton
SINCE in the pleasant time of opening flowers That flow'r, Her life, was doom'd to fade away,-- Since Her dear loss hath shaded lovely hours, And turn'd to mourning all the smiles of May,-- Henceforward when the warm soft breath of Spring Bids cowslips star the meadows, thick and sweet; When doves are in the green wood murmuring, And children wander with delighted feet; When, by their own rich beauty downward bent, Soft Guelder-roses hang their tufts of snow, And purple lilacs yield a fagrant scent, And bright laburnum droops its yellow bough;-- Let that Spring-time be welcomed with a sigh, For Her lamented Rake,--who was so young to die!
