English Poetry. Mary Robinson. Sonnet 13. Bring, Brick to Deck My Brow. Мэри Робинсон.

Mary Robinson (Мэри Робинсон)

Sonnet 13. Bring, Brick to Deck My Brow

Bring, bring to deck my brow, ye Sylvan girls,
A roseate wreath; nor for my waving hair
The costly band of studded gems prepare,
Of sparkling crysolite or orient pearls:
Love, o'er my head his canopy unfurls,
His purple pinions fan the whisp'ring air;
Mocking the golden sandal, rich and rare,
Beneath my feet the fragrant woodbine curls.
Bring the thin robe, to fold about my breast,
White as the downy swan; while round my waist
Let leaves of glossy myrtle bind the vest,
Not idly gay, but elegantly chaste!
Love scorns the nymph in wanton trappings drest;
And charms the most concealed, are doubly grac'd.

Mary Robinson’s other poems:

1. Sonnet to Amicus
2. To Cesario
3. Sonnet 19. Farewell, Ye Coral Caves
4. Stanzas to Love
5. Sonnet 24. O Thou! Meek Orb

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