Elegiac sonnets. Volume 1 of 2  contents   |   previous   |   next SONNET XLIX. FROM THE NOVEL OF CELESTINA. SUPPOSED TO HAVE BEEN WRITTEN IN A CHURCH YARD, OVER THE GRAVE OF A YOUNG WOMAN OF NINETEEN. OH! thou; who sleep'st where hazle bands entwine          The vernal grass, with paler violets drest; I would, sweet Maid! thy humble bed were mine,          And mine thy calm and enviable rest. For never more by human ills opprest,          Shall thy soft spirit fruitlessly repine:          Thou canst not now, thy fondest hope resign Even in the hour that should have made thee blest. Light lies the turf upon thy virgin breast;          And lingering here, to love and sorrow true, The youth who once thy simple heart possest          Shall mingle tears with April's early dew; While still for him shall faithful Memory save Thy form and virtues form the silent grave.  contents   |   previous   |   next		HOME INTRODUCTION