Oh! ye bright Stars! that on the Ebon fields <br />Of Heav'n's empire, trembling seems to stand; <br />'Till rosy morn unlocks her portal bland, <br />Where the proud Sun his fiery banner wields! <br />To flames, less fierce than mine, your lustre yields, <br />And pow'rs more strong my countless tears command; <br />Love strikes the feeling heart with ruthless hand, <br />And only spares the breast which dullness shields! <br />Since, then, capricious nature but bestows <br />The fine affections of the soul, to prove <br />A keener sense of desolating woes, <br />Far, far from me the empty boast remove; <br />If bliss from coldness, pain from passion flows, <br />Ah! who would wish to feel, or learn to love?<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxvii-oh-ye-bright-stars/
