Sonnet L

FAREWEL, ye lawns!—by fond remembrance blest,As witnesses of gay unclouded hours;Where, to maternal Friendship's bosom prest,My happy childhood past among your bowers.Ye wood-walks wild!—where leaves and fairy flowersBy Spring's luxuriant hand are strewn anew;Rocks!—whence with shadowy grace rude Nature loursO'er glens and haunted streams!——a long adieu!And you!—O promised Happiness!—whose voiceDeluded Fancy heard in every grove,Bidding this tender, trusting heart, rejoiceIn the bright prospect of unfailing love:Tho' lost to me—still may thy smile sereneBless the dear lord of this regretted scene.