Sonnet V
Elegiac Sonnets, and Other Poems, Volume 1, The Ninth Edition
AH! hills belov'd!——where once a happy child,Your beechen shades, 'your turf, your flowers among,'I wove your blue-bells into garlands wild,And woke your echoes with my artless song.Ah! hills belov'd!——your turf, your flowers remain;But can they peace to this sad breast restore;For one poor moment sooth the sense of pain,And teach a breaking heart to throb no more?And you, Aruna!——in the vale below,As to the sea your limpid waves you bear,Can you one kind Lethean cup bestow,To drink a long oblivion to my care?Ah! no!——when all, e'en Hope's last ray is gone,There's no oblivion——but in death alone!