Here you will find the Poem Sonnet LXXIX. To The Goddess Of Botany of poet Charlotte Smith
OF Folly weary, shrinking from the view Of Violence and Fraud, allow'd to take All peace from humble life; I would forsake Their haunts for ever, and, sweet Nymph! with you Find shelter; where my tired, and tear-swollen eyes Among your silent shades of soothing hue, Your 'bells and florrets of unnumber'd dyes' Might rest--And learn the bright varieties That from your lovely hands are fed with dew; And every veined leaf, that trembling sighs In mead or woodland; or in wilds remote, Or lurk with mosses in the humid caves, Mantle the cliffs, on dimpling rivers float, Or stream from coral rocks beneath the ocean's waves.
