Whene'er I recollect the happy time <br />When you and I held converse dear together, <br />There come a thousand thoughts of sunny weather, <br />Of early blossoms, and the fresh year's prime; <br />Your memory lives for ever in my mind <br />With all the fragrant beauties of the spring, <br />With od'rous lime and silver hawthorn twined, <br />And many a noonday woodland wandering. <br />There's not a thought of you, but brings along <br />Some sunny dream of river, field, and sky; <br />'Tis wafted on the blackbird's sunset song, <br />Or some wild snatch of ancient melody. <br />And as I date it still, our love arose <br />'Twixt the last violet and the earliest rose.<br /><br />Frances Anne Kemble<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-harriet-st-leger/
