Here you will find the Poem Sonnet LXXVII. To The Insect Of The Gossamer of poet Charlotte Smith
SMALL, viewless aeronaut, that by the line Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air Float'st on a sun beam--Living atom, where Ends thy breeze-guided voyage;--with what design, In ether dost thou launch thy form minute, Mocking the eye?--Alas! before the veil Of denser clouds shall hide thee, the pursuit Of the keen Swift may end thy fairy sail!-- Thus on the golden thread that Fancy weaves Buoyant, as Hope's illusive flattery breathes, The young and visionary poet leaves Life's dull realities, while sevenfold wreaths Of rainbow-light around his head revolve. Ah! soon at Sorrow's touch the radiant dreams dissolve!