OF Folly weary, shrinking from the view <br />Of Violence and Fraud, allow'd to take <br />All peace from humble life; I would forsake <br />Their haunts for ever, and, sweet Nymph! with you <br />Find shelter; where my tired, and tear-swollen eyes <br />Among your silent shades of soothing hue, <br />Your 'bells and florrets of unnumber'd dyes' <br />Might rest--And learn the bright varieties <br />That from your lovely hands are fed with dew; <br />And every veined leaf, that trembling sighs <br />In mead or woodland; or in wilds remote, <br />Or lurk with mosses in the humid caves, <br />Mantle the cliffs, on dimpling rivers float, <br />Or stream from coral rocks beneath the ocean's waves.<br /><br />Charlotte Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-lxxix-to-the-goddess-of-botany/
