HERE from the restless bed of lingering pain <br />The languid sufferer seeks the tepid wave, <br />And feels returning health and hope again <br />Disperse 'the gathering shadows of the grave!' <br />And here romantic rocks that boldly swell, <br />Fringed with green woods, or stain'd with veins of ore, <br />Call'd native genius forth, whose Heaven-taught skill <br />Charm'd the deep echoes of the rifted shore. <br />But tepid waves, wild scenes, or summer air, <br />Restore they palsied Fancy, woe-deprest? <br />Check they the torpid influence of Despair, <br />Or bid warm Health re-animate the breast; <br />Where Hope's soft visions have no longer part, <br />And whose sad inmate--is a broken heart?<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxiv-2/
