Chapter 19 No.19

Sonnet

Could I outwear my present state of woe

With one brief winter, and indue i' the spring

Hues of fresh youth, and mightily outgrow

The wan dark coil of faded suffering-

Forth in the pride of beauty issuing

A sheeny snake, the light of vernal bowers,

Moving his crest to all sweet plots of flowers

And watered vallies wher

            
            

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