SONNET XLII
Composed During a Walk on the Downs, in November 1787

The dark and pillowy cloud, the sallow trees,
   Seem o'er the ruins of the year to mourn;
And, cold and hollow, the inconstant breeze
   Sobs thro' the falling leaves and wither'd fern.
   O'er the tall brow of yonder chalky bourn, 			5
The evening shades their gather'd darkness fling,
   While, by the lingering light, I scarce discern
The shrieking night-jar sail on heavy wing.
   Ah! yet a little—and propitious Spring
Crown'd with fresh flowers shall wake the woodland strain; 10
   But no gay change revolving seasons bring
To call forth pleasure from the soul of pain;
Bid Syren Hope resume her long-lost part,
And chase the vulture Care—that feeds upon the heart.