Here you will find the Poem Sonnet LIII. of poet Charlotte Smith
THE shivering native, who by Tenglio's side Beholds with fond regret the parting light Sink far away, beneath the darkening tide, And leave him to long months of dreary night, Yet knows, that springing from the eastern wave The sun's glad beams shall re-illume his way, And from the snows secured--within his cave He waits in patient hope--returning day. Not so the sufferer feels, who, o'er the waste Of joyless life, is destin'd to deplore Fond love forgotten, tender friendship past, Which, once extinguish'd, can revive no more! O'er the blank void he looks with hopeless pain; For him those beams of heaven shall never shine again.
