Written at the Close of Spring
Written at the Close of Spring
Charlotte Smith
The garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,
Each simple flower which she had nurs'd in dew,
Anemonies, that spangled every grove,
The primrose wan, and harebell mildly blue.
No more shall violets linger in the dell,
Or purple orchis variegate the plain,
Till Spring again shall call forth every bell,
And dress with humid hands her wreaths again. —
Ah! poor Humanity! so frail, so fair,
Are the fond visions of thy early day,
Till tyrant passion and corrosive care
Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!
Another May new buds and flowers shall bring;
Ah! why has happiness no second Spring?
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Elegiac Sonnets, 1784.
