Brooke Boothby - Sonnet I lyrics

Life's summer flown, the wint'ry tempest rude, Began to lower on the declining year; When smiles celestial gilt the prospect drear, Dispell'd the gloom, and joyful spring renew'd: Fresh flowers beneath her fairy feet were strew'd; Again soft accents woo'd the enchanted ear; In her bright form, as in a mirrour clear, Reflected, each gay scene of life view'd. Young in her youth, and graceful in her grace, In her's, I lived o'er every joy again; Lived o'er the charms that beam'd upon her face, Where Hope and Love revived their smiling train. Night o'er the scene her blackest veil has spread; And d**h's pale hand a tenfold horrour shed.