FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA. <br />Supposed to have been written in the Hebrides. <br />ON this lone island, whose unfruitful breast <br />Feeds but the summer-shepherd's little flock <br />With scanty herbage from the half-clothed rock, <br />Where osprays, cormorants, and sea-mews rest; <br />Even in a scene so desolate and rude <br />I could with thee for months and years be blest; <br />And of thy tenderness and love possest, <br />Find all my world in this wild solitude! <br />When Summer suns these Northern seas illume, <br />With thee admire the light's reflected charms, <br />And when drear Winter spreads his cheerless gloom, <br />Still find Elysium in thy shelt'ring arms: <br />For thou to me canst sovereign bliss impart, <br />Thy mind my empire--and my throne thy heart.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-li-3/
