THE garlands fade that Spring so lately wove,
Each simple flower, which she had nursed in dew,
Anemonies, that spangled every grove,
The primrose wan, and hare-bell mildly blue.
No more shall violets linger in 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?
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Comments1Just read dis sonnet by Charlotte Smith for my homework, it's pretty deep stuff, man 😪 The whole comparison between the changing seasons and human life is kinda sad but really beautiful too, in a weird way. The whole 'fading beauty' thing makes you really think about life, you know what I mean? Her words are full of emotion and heavy vibes, it's quite something. 🍂🌺 Really different from the usual stuff in my textbook.