Here you will find the Poem Sonnet LXXI. of poet Charlotte Smith
Written at Weymouth in winter. THE chill waves whiten in the sharp North-east; Cold, cold the night-blast comes, with sullen sound, And black and gloomy, like my cheerless breast: Frowns the dark pier and lonely sea-view round. Yet a few months--and on the peopled strand Pleasure shall all her varied forms display; Nymphs lightly tread the bright reflecting sand, And proud sails whiten all the summer bay: Then, from these winds that whistle keen and bleak, Music's delightful melodies shall float O'er the blue waters; but 'tis mine to seek Rather, some unfrequented shade, remote From sights and sounds of gaiety--I mourn All that gave me delight--Ah! never to return
