Turn to yon vale beneath, whose tangled shade
Excludes the blazing torch of noon-day light,
Where sportive Fawns, and dimpled Loves invite,
The bow’r of Pleasure opens to the glade:
Lull’d by soft flutes, on leaves of violets laid,
There witching beauty greets the ravish’d sight,
More gentle than the arbitress of night
In all her silv’ry panoply array’d!
The birds breathe bliss! light zephyrs kiss the ground,
Stealing the hyacinth’s divine perfume;
While from the pellucid fountains glitt’ring round,
small tinkling rills bid rival flow’rets bloom!
HERE, laughing Cupids bathe the bosom’s wound;
THERE, tyrant passion finds a glorious tomb!
Born in England on November 27, 1757, Mary Robinson is the author of Poems (1791) and, notably, “A Letter to the Women of England on the Injustice of Mental Subordination.” She died on December 26, 1800.
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