Sonnet
.
As
nearer
I
approach
that
fatal
day
Which
makes
all
mortal
cares
appear
so
light
,
Time
seems
on
swifter
wing
to
speed
his
flight
,
And
Hope's
fallacious
visions
fade
away
;
While
to
my
fond
desires
,
at
length
,
I
say
,
Behold
,
how
quickly
melted
from
your
sight
The
promised
objects
you
esteemed
so
bright
,
When
love
was
all
your
song
,
and
life
looked
gay
!
Now
let
us
rest
in
peace
!
those
hours
are
past
,
And
with
them
,
all
the
agitating
train
By
which
hope
led
the
wandering
cheated
soul
;
Wearied
,
she
seeks
repose
,
and
owns
at
last
How
sighs
,
and
tears
,
and
youth
,
were
spent
in
vain
,
While
languishing
she
mourned
in
folly's
sad
control
.