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"Sonnet to Evening." by Mary Darby Robinson (1758-1800)
From: Robinson, Mrs. M. Poems. London: J. Bell, 1791. p. 175.

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SONNET

TO

EVENING.

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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