AH! hills beloved!--where once, a happy child, <br />Your beechen shades, 'your turf, your flowers among,' <br />I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild, <br />And woke your echoes with my artless song. <br />Ah! hills beloved!--your turf, your flowers remain; <br />But can they peace to this sad breast restore, <br />For one poor moment soothe the sense of pain, <br />And teach a breaking heart to throb no more? <br />And you, Aruna!--in the vale below, <br />As to the sea your limpid waves you bear <br />Can you one kind Lethean cup bestow, <br />To drink a long oblivion to my care? <br />Ah! no!--when all, e'en Hope's last ray is gone, <br />There's no oblivion--but in death alone!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-v-to-the-south-downs/
