GO, rural Naiad! wind thy stream along <br />Through woods and wilds: then seek the ocean caves <br />Where sea-nymphs meet their coral rocks among, <br />To boast the various honours of their waves! <br />'Tis but a little, o'er thy shallow tide, <br />That toiling trade her burden'd vessel leads; <br />But laurels grow luxuriant on thy side, <br />And letters live along thy classic meads. <br />Lo! where 'mid British bards thy natives shine! <br />And now another poet helps to raise <br />Thy glory high--the poet of the MINE , <br />Whose brilliant talents are his smallest praise: <br />And who, to all that genius can impart, <br />Adds the cool head, and the unblemish'd heart.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxiii-to-the-naiad-of-the-arun/
