A Celebration of Women Writers

"Sonnet." by Mary Darby Robinson (1758-1800)
From: Robinson, Mrs. M. Poems. London: J. Bell, 1791. p. 177.

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IN early youth, blithe Spring's exulting day,
  Each hour put forth new raptures to my view;
Each sunny morn on downy pinions flew,
  And swift the jocund minutes danc'd away!

Ere Summer's breath matur'd my ripening mind,
  I found the blissful scene begin to fade;
Cold sorrow hover'd round with wings unkind,
  And o'er my bosom spread a dreary shade;

An early Winter chills my glowing breast,
  Frost-nipp'd too soon my fondest hopes decay;
My cheek no more with rosy graces bless'd,
  Smiles with the freshness of returning May;
So freezing gales in sunny splendours drest,
  Fade the young blossoms of the infant spray.


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