English Poetry. Charlotte Turner Smith. Sonnet 3. To a Nightingale. Шарлотта Смит.

Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

Sonnet 3. To a Nightingale

Poor melancholy bird—-that all night long
Tell'st to the Moon, thy tale of tender woe;
From what sad cause can such sweet sorrow flow,
And whence this mournful melody of song?

Thy poet's musing fancy would translate
What mean the sounds that swell thy little breast,
When still at dewy eve thou leav'st thy nest,
Thus to the listening night to sing thy fate!

Pale Sorrow's victims wert thou once among,
Tho' now releas'd in woodlands wild to rove?
Say—-hast thou felt from friends some cruel wrong,
Or diedst thou—-martyr of disastrous love?
Ah! songstress sad! that such my lot might be,
To sigh and sing at liberty—-like thee!

Charlotte Turner Smith’s other poems:

1. Sonnet 61. ILL-Omen’d Bird! Whose Cries Portentous Float
2. Sonnet 67. On Passing Over A Dreary Tract
3. Sonnet 45. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex
4. Sonnet 42. Composed During a Walk
5. Sonnet 63. The Gossamer

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