Come, soft Aeolian harp, while zephyr plays <br />Along the meek vibration of thy strings, <br />As twilight's hand her modest mantle brings, <br />Blending with sober grey, the western blaze! <br />O! prompt my Phaon's dreams with tend'rest lays, <br />Ere night o'er shade thee with its humid wings, <br />While the lorn Philomel his sorrow sings <br />In leafy cradle, red with parting rays! <br />Slow let thy dulcet tones on ether glide, <br />So steals the murmur of the am'rous dove; <br />The mazy legions swarm on ev'ry side, <br />To lulling sounds the sunny people move! <br />Let not the wise their little world deride, <br />The smallest sting can wound the breast of Love.<br /><br />Mary Darby Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xiv-come-soft-aeolian-harp/
