Sonnet XLVII: Too Fancy – Charlotte Smith

FAMOUS POET ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Thee, Queen of Shadows! – shall I still invoke,

I still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,

When on mine eyes the early radiance broke

Which shew’d the beauteous rather than the true!

Alas! Long since those glowing tints are dead,

And now ’tis thine in darkest hues to dress

The spot where pale Experience hangs her head

O’er the sad grave of murdered Happiness!

Thro’ thy false medium, then, no longer view’d,

May fancied pain and fancied pleasure fly,

And I, as from me all thy dreams depart,

Be to my wayward destiny subdued:

Nor seek perfection with a poet’s eye,

Nor suffer anguish with a poet’s heart!

By Peace Truth

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. 🫂