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[  3    ] SONNET II. WRITTEN AT THE CLOSE OF SPRING. HE garland's fade that Spring so lately wove,
 * Each simple flower, which she had nurs'd in dew,

(b) Anemonies that spangled every grove,
 * The primrose wan, and hare-bell, mildly blue.

No more shall violets linger in the dell,
 * Or purple orchis variegate the plain,

Till spring again shall call forth every bell,
 * And dress with humid hands, her wreaths again.

Ah! poor humanity! so frail, so fair,
 * Are the fond visions of thy early day,

Till tyrant passion, and corrosive care,
 * Bid all thy fairy colours fade away!

Another May new buds and flowers shall bring; Ah! why has happiness -- no second spring? SONNET