FAR on the sands, the low, retiring tide, <br />In distant murmurs hardly seems to flow; <br />And o'er the world of waters, blue and wide, <br />The sighing summer wind forgets to blow. <br />As sinks the day-star in the rosy west, <br />The silent wave, with rich reflection glows: <br />Alas! can tranquil nature give me rest, <br />Or scenes of beauty soothe me to repose? <br />Can the soft lustre of the sleeping main, <br />Yon radiant heaven, or all creation's charms, <br />'Erase the written troubles of the brain,' <br />Which memory tortures, and which guilt alarms? <br />Or bid a bosom transient quiet prove, <br />That bleeds with vain remorse and unextinguish'd love!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xl-from-the-same/
