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 Sonnet to Evening by Mary Darby Robinson 
						[Written under a tree in the woods of St. Amand, in Flanders.]
 
 SWEET BALMY HOUR! dear to the pensive mind,
 Oft have I watch'd thy dark and weeping shade,
 Oft have I hail'd thee in the dewy glade,
 And drop'd a tear of SYMPATHY refin'd.
 
 When humming bees, hid in their golden bow'rs,
 Sip the pure nectar of MAY'S blushing rose,
 Or faint with noon-day toils, their limbs repose,
 In Baths of Essence stol'n from sunny flow'rs.
 
 Oft do I seek thy shade dear with'ring tree,
 Sad emblem of my OWN disast'rous state;
 Doom'd in the spring of life, alas ! like THEE
 To fade, and droop beneath the frowns of FATE;
 Like THEE, may Heaven to ME the meed bestow,
 To shelter Sorrow's tear, and sooth THE CHILD OF WOE.
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