SONNET
,
To
A
YOUNG
LADY
IN
AFFLICTION
,
WHO
THOUGHT
SHE
SHOULD
NEVER
MORE
BE
HAPPY
;
WRITTEN
ON
THE
SEA-SHORE
.
Yes
,
thou
shalt
smile
again
!
—
Time
always
heals
,
In
Youth
,
the
wounds
of
sorrow
.
—
O
!
survey
Yon
now
subsided
Deep
,
thro'
night
a
prey
To
warring
winds
,
and
to
their
furious
peals
Surging
tumultuous
.
—
Yet
,
as
in
dismay
,
The
settling
billows
tremble
—
Morning
steals
Grey
on
the
rocks
;
and
soon
,
to
pour
the
day
From
the
streak'd
east
,
the
radiant
Orb
unveils
,
In
all
his
pride
of
light
.
—
Thus
shall
the
glow
Of
beauty
,
health
,
and
hope
,
by
soft
degrees
Spread
o'er
thy
breast
;
—
disperse
these
storms
of
woe
:
Wake
with
soft
Pleasure's
sense
,
the
wish
to
please
,
Till
from
those
eyes
the
wonted
lustres
flow
,
Bright
as
the
Sun
,
on
calm
,
and
crystal
Seas
.