Sweet poet of the woods--a long adieu! <br />Farewel, soft minstrel of the early year! <br />Ah! 'twill be long ere thou shalt sing anew, <br />And pour thy music on the 'night's dull ear,' <br />Whether on spring thy wandering flights await, <br />Or whether silent in our groves ye dwell, <br />The pensive muse shall own thee for her mate, <br />And still protect the song, she loves so well. <br />With cautious step, the love-lorn youth shall glide <br />Thro' the lone brake that shades thy mossy nest; <br />And shepherd girls, from eyes profane shall hide <br />The gentle bird, who sings of pity best. <br />For still thy voice shall soft affections move, <br />And still be dear to sorrow, and to love!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vii-sweet-poet-of-the-woods-2/
