Sonnet XLVII: To Fancy

Charlotte Smith

Edited by Jack Lynch

The text comes from Elegiac Sonnets (1797-1800), vol. 1.

Thee, Queen of Shadows! — shall I still invoke,
   Still love the scenes thy sportive pencil drew,
When on mine eyes the early radiance broke
   Which shew'd the beauteous rather than the true!
Alas! long since those glowing tints are dead,
   And now 'tis thine in darkest hues to dress
The spot where pale Experience hangs her head
   O'er the sad grave of murder'd Happiness!
Thro' thy false medium, then, no longer view'd,
   May fancied pain and fancied pleasure fly,
     And I, as from me all thy dreams depart,
Be to my wayward destiny subdued:
   Nor seek perfection with a poet's eye,
      Nor suffer anguish with a poet's heart!