Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Here you will find the Poem Sonnet XVIII of poet Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton

Sonnet XVIII

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!