NYMPH of the desert! on this lonely shore, <br />Simplicity, thy blessings still are mine, <br />And all thou canst not give I pleas'd resign, <br />For all beside can soothe my soul no more. <br />I ask no lavish heaps to swell my store, <br />And purchase pleasures far remote from thine: <br />Ye joys, for which the race of Europe pine, <br />Ah, not for me your studied grandeur pour; <br />Let me where yon tall cliffs are rudely pil'd, <br />Where towers the Palm amidst the mountain trees, <br />Where pendant from the steep, with graces wild, <br />The blue Liana floats upon the breeze, <br />Still haunt those bold recesses, Nature's child, <br />Where thy majestic charms my spirit seize!<br /><br />Helen Maria Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-simplicity/
