FAREWELL, Aruna!--on whose varied shore <br />My early vows were paid to Nature's shrine, <br />When thoughtless joy, and infant hope were mine, <br />And whose lorn stream has heard me since deplore <br />Too many sorrows! Sighing I resign <br />Thy solitary beauties--and no more <br />Or on thy rocks or in thy woods recline, <br />Or on the heath, by moonlight lingering, pore <br />On air-drawn phantoms--while in Fancy's ear, <br />As in the evening wind thy murmurs swell, <br />The Enthusiast of the Lyre who wander'd here, <br />Seems yet to strike his visionary shell, <br />Of power to call forth Pity's tenderest tear, <br />Or wake wild Frenzy--from her hideous cell!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xlv-on-leaving-a-part-of-sussex/
