Poems, Chiefly Lyrical/Sonnet (1)
SONNET.
Could I outwear my present state of woeWith one brief winter, and indue i' the springHues of fresh youth, and mightily outgrow The wan dark coil of faded suffering— Forth in the pride of beauty issuingA sheeny snake, the light of vernal bowers, Moving his crest to all sweet plots of flowers And watered vallies where the young birds sing;Could I thus hope my lost delight's renewing, I straightly would command the tears to creep From my charged lids; but inwardly I weep:Some vital heat as yet my heart is wooing:This to itself hath drawn the frozen rain From my cold eyes and melted it again.