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Poem by Mary Robinson


Sonnet 18. Why Art Thou Changd?


Why art thou changd? O Phaon! tell me why?
Love flies reproach, when passion feels decay;
Or, I would paint the raptures of that day,
When, in sweet converse, mingling sigh with sigh,
I markd the graceful languor of thine eye
As on a shady bank entrancd we lay:
O! Eyes! whose beamy radiance stole away
As stars fade trembling from the burning sky!
Why art thou changd? dear source of all my woes!
Though dark my bosoms tint, through evry vein
A ruby tide of purest lustre flows,
Warmd by thy love, or chilld by thy disdain;
And yet no bliss this sensate Being knows;
Ah! why is rapture so allied to pain?



Mary Robinson


Mary Robinson's other poems:
  1. Sonnet to Evening
  2. Sonnet to My Beloved Daughter
  3. Sonnet 40. On the Low Margin
  4. Sonnet 42. Oh! Canst Thou Bear
  5. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb


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