SMALL, viewless aeronaut, that by the line <br />Of Gossamer suspended, in mid air <br />Float'st on a sun beam--Living atom, where <br />Ends thy breeze-guided voyage;--with what design, <br />In ether dost thou launch thy form minute, <br />Mocking the eye?--Alas! before the veil <br />Of denser clouds shall hide thee, the pursuit <br />Of the keen Swift may end thy fairy sail!-- <br />Thus on the golden thread that Fancy weaves <br />Buoyant, as Hope's illusive flattery breathes, <br />The young and visionary poet leaves <br />Life's dull realities, while sevenfold wreaths <br />Of rainbow-light around his head revolve. <br />Ah! soon at Sorrow's touch the radiant dreams dissolve!<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxvii-to-the-insect-of-the-gossamer/
