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ELEGIAC SONNET: 68. WRITTEN AT EXMOUTH, MIDSUMMER, 1795, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Fall, dews of heaven, upon my burning breast
Last Line: To hearts o'erwhelm'd with grief, to eyes suffused with tears.
Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Charlotte Turner
Subject(s): Grief; Sorrow; Sadness


Fall, dews of Heaven, upon my burning breast,
Bathe with cool drops these ever-streaming eyes;
Ye gentle Winds, that fan the balmy West,
With the soft rippling tide of morning rise,
And calm my bursting heart, as here I keep
The vigil of the wretched! -- Now away
Fade the pale stars, as wavering o'er the deep
Soft rosy tints announce another day,
The day of Middle Summer! -- Ah! in vain
To those who mourn like me, does radiant June
Lead on her fragrant hours; for hopeless pain
Darkens with sullen clouds the Sun of Noon,
And veil'd in shadows Nature's face appears
To hearts o'erwhelm'd with grief, to eyes suffused with tears.





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