SINCE in the pleasant time of opening flowers <br />That flow'r, Her life, was doom'd to fade away,-- <br />Since Her dear loss hath shaded lovely hours, <br />And turn'd to mourning all the smiles of May,-- <br />Henceforward when the warm soft breath of Spring <br />Bids cowslips star the meadows, thick and sweet; <br />When doves are in the green wood murmuring, <br />And children wander with delighted feet; <br />When, by their own rich beauty downward bent, <br />Soft Guelder-roses hang their tufts of snow, <br />And purple lilacs yield a fagrant scent, <br />And bright laburnum droops its yellow bough;-- <br />Let that Spring-time be welcomed with a sigh, <br />For Her lamented Rake,--who was so young to die!<br /><br />Caroline Elizabeth Sarah Norton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xviii-4/
