Oh Sigh! thou steal'st, the herald of the breast, <br />The lover's fears, the lover's pangs to tell; <br />Thou bid'st with timid grace the bosom swell, <br />Cheating the day of joy, the night of rest! <br />Oh! lucid Tears! with eloquence confest, <br />Why on my fading cheek unheeded dwell, <br />Meek, as the dew-drops on the flowret's bell <br />By ruthless tempests to the green-sod prest. <br />Fond sigh be hush'd! congeal, O! slighted tear! <br />Thy feeble pow'rs the busy Fates control! <br />Or if thy crystal streams again appear, <br />Let them, like Lethe's, oblivion roll: <br />For Love the tyrant plays, when hope is near, <br />And she who flies the lover, chains the soul!<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxviii-oh-sigh/
