Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

Sonnet 2. THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove

Written at the close of Spring.

THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,
Each simple flower, which she had nursed in dew,
Anemonies, that spangled every grove,
The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue.
No more shall violets linger in the dell,
Or purple orchis variegate the plain,
Till Spring again shall call forth every bell,
And dress with humid hands her wreaths again.-
Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair,
Are the fond visions of thy early day,
Till tyrant passion and corrosive care
Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!
Another May new buds and flowers shall bring;
Ah! why has happiness-no second spring? 

1. Sonnet 67. On Passing over a Dreary Tract
2. Sonnet 32. To Melancholy. Written on the Banks of the Arun, October, 1785
3. Sonnet Written at Penshurst in Autumn, 1788
4. Sonnet 42. Composed During a Walk
5. Verses, on the Death of the Same Lady

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