Sonnet LXXI.
Written at Weymouth in winter.
THE chill waves whiten in the sharp North-east;
Cold, cold the night-blast comes, with sullen sound,
And black and gloomy, like my cheerless breast:
Frowns the dark pier and lonely sea-view round.
Yet a few months—and on the peopled strand
Pleasure shall all her varied forms display;
Nymphs lightly tread the bright reflecting sand,
And proud sails whiten all the summer bay:
Then, from these winds that whistle keen and bleak,
Music’s delightful melodies shall float
O’er the blue waters; but ’tis mine to seek
Rather, some unfrequented shade, remote
From sights and sounds of gaiety—I mourn
All that gave me delight—Ah! never to return
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