SONNET
TO
DISAPPOINTMENT
.
PALE
disappointment
!
at
thy
freezing
name
Chill
fears
in
every
shiv'ring
vein
I
prove
;
My
sinking
pulse
almost
forgets
to
move
,
And
life
almost
forsakes
my
languid
frame
.
Yet
thee
,
relentless
nymph
!
no
more
I
blame
:
Why
do
my
thoughts
'midst
vain
illusions
rove
?
Why
gild
the
charms
of
friendship
and
of
love
With
the
warm
glow
of
fancy's
purple
flame
?
When
ruffling
winds
have
some
bright
fane
o'erthrown
,
Which
shone
on
painted
clouds
,
or
seem'd
to
shine
,
Shall
the
fond
gazer
dream
for
him
alone
Those
clouds
were
sable
,
and
at
fate
repine
?
—
I
feel
,
alas
!
the
fault
is
all
my
own
,
And
ah
,
the
cruel
punishment
is
mine
!