[ 31 ]
SONNET XXX.
To the River Arun.
BE the proud Thames, of trade the buſy mart!
Arun! to thee will other praiſe belong;
Dear to the lover’s, and the mourner’s heart,
And ever ſacred to the ſons of ſong!
Thy ſhadowy rocks, unhappy love ſhall ſeek,
Where mantling looſe, the (cc) green clematis flaunts,
And ſorrow’s drooping form and faded cheek,
Chooſe on thy willow’d ſhore her lonely haunts.
(dd) Banks! which inſpir’d thy Otway’s plaintive ſtrain!
Wilds!—whoſe lorn echo’s learn’d the deeper tone
Of Collins’ powerful ſhell! yet once again
Another poet—Hayley is thine own!
They claſſic ſtream anew ſhall hear a lay,
SONNET
