Come, Reason, come! each nerve rebellious bind, <br />Lull the fierce tempest of my fev'rish soul; <br />Come, with the magic of thy meek controul, <br />And check the wayward wand'rings of my mind: <br />Estrang'd from thee, no solace can I find, <br />O'er my rapt brain, where pensive visions stole, <br />Now passion reigns and stormy tumults roll-- <br />So the smooth Sea obeys the furious wind! <br />In vain Philosophy unfolds his store, <br />O'erwhelm'd is ev'ry source of pure delight; <br />Dim is the golden page of wisdom's lore; <br />All nature fades before my sick'ning sight: <br />For what bright scene can fancy's eye explore, <br />'Midst dreary labyrinths of mental night?<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vii-come-reason/
