Sonnet XXIX

WOULD'ST thou then have me tempt the comic sceneOf gay Thalia? used so long to treadThe gloomy paths of Sorrow's cypress shade;And the lorn lay with sighs and tears to stain?Alas! how much unfit her sprightly vein,Arduous to try!—and seek the sunny mead,And bowers of roses, where she loves to leadThe sportive subjects of her golden reign!Enough for me, if still to sooth my days,Her fair and pensive sister condescend,With tearful smile to bless my simple lays;Enough, if her soft notes she sometimes lend,To gain for me of feeling hearts the praise,And chiefly thine, my ever partial friend!