Elegiac sonnets. Volume 1 of 2  contents   |   previous   |   next SONNET II. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING. THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,          Each simple flower, which she had nurs'd in dew, Anemonies, that spangled every grove, [Note:] SONNET II. Line 3. Anemonies, that spangled every grove. Anemony Nemeroso. The wood Anemony.          The primrose wan, the hare-bell, mildly blue. No more shall violets linger 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?  contents   |   previous   |   next		HOME INTRODUCTION