Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade <br />Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light, <br />Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled Loves invite, <br />The bow'r of Pleasure opens to the glade: <br />Lull'd by soft flutes, on leaves of violets laid, <br />There witching beauty greets the ravish'd sight, <br />More gentle than the arbitress of night <br />In all her silv'ry panoply array'd! <br />The birds breathe bliss! light zephyrs kiss the ground, <br />Stealing the hyacinth's divine perfume; <br />While from the pellucid fountains glitt'ring round, <br />Small tinkling rills bid rival flow'rets bloom! <br />HERE, laughing Cupids bathe the bosom's wound; <br />THERE, tyrant passion finds a glorious tomb!<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-iii-turn-to-yon-vale-beneath/
