Supposed to have been written in a church-yard, over <br />the grave of a young woman of nineteen. <br />THOU! who sleep'st where hazle-bands entwine <br />The vernal grass, with paler violets drest; <br />I would, sweet maid! thy humble bed were mine, <br />And mine thy calm and enviable rest. <br />For never more by human ills opprest <br />Shall thy soft spirit fruitlessly repine: <br />Thou canst not now thy fondest hopes resign <br />Even in the hour that should have made thee blest. <br />Light lies the turf upon thy virgin breast; <br />And lingering here, to love and sorrow true, <br />The youth who once thy simple heart possest <br />Shall mingle tears with April's early dew; <br />While still for him shall faithful Memory save <br />Thy form and virtues from the silent grave.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xlix-from-the-novel-of-celestina/
