BY HELEN MARIA WILLIAMS. SONNET I. TO LOVE. AH Love! ere yet I knew thy fatal power, Bright glow'd the colour of my youthful days, That paint the broad-leav'd plantain's gloffy bower: Nor from the orange fhakes its od'rous flower: Difturb'd, and wild as ocean's troubled breaft, This bleeding bosom cherishes despair. SONNET II. TO DISAPPOINTMENT. PALE Disappointment! at thy freezing name Which fhone on painted clouds, or feem'd to fhine, Shall the fond gazer dream for him alone I feel, alas! the fault is all my own, And, ah! the cruel punishment is mine! |