Poems by Felicia Dorothea Browne/Sonnet, to Agnes

by Felicia Hemans

SONNET, TO AGNES.

Ah! could my Agnes rove these favourite shades,
    With mirth and friendship in the Cambrian vale,
In mossy dells, or wild romantic glades,
    Where flowers uncultur'd scent the sportive gale;
And could she wander at the morning hour,
    To hail with me, the blest return of May;
Or linger sweetly in the woodbine bower,
    When early dews begem the weeping spray;
Ah! soon her cheek the lovely mantling bloom
    Of sprightly youth, and pleasure, would disclose;
Her lip the smile of Hebe would resume,
    And wear the blushes of the vernal rose;
And soon would cherub health with lively grace,
Beam in her eye, and animate her face.