Sonnet XCI.
On the fleet streams, the Sun, that late arose, In amber radiance plays; - the tall young grass No foot hath bruis'd; - clear Morning, as I pass, Breathes the pure gale, that on the blossom blows; And, as with gold yon green hill's summit glows, The lake inlays the vale with molten glass. - Now is the Year's soft youth; - yet me, alas! Cheers not as it was wont; - impending woes Weigh on my heart; - the joys, that once were mine, Spring leads not back; - and those that yet remain Fade while she blooms. - Each hour more lovely shine Her crystal beams, and feed her floral Train; But ah with pale, and waning fires, decline Those eyes, whose light my filial hopes sustain.
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