Sonnet. Written On Leaving A Beloved Residence. Poem by Susan Evance

ROMANTIC shades, by nature wildly drest!
Scenes to my pensive bosom ever dear!
Where I have pass'd full many a happy year,
In health, in peace, and calm contentment blest; -
For you have witness'd life's sweet dawn arise,
You have beheld gay childhood's smiling hours,
And first among your silent shadowy bow'rs
I learn'd retirement's tasteful joys to prize.
Dear hills! the sun will gild your turf- the air
Will catch your thymy perfume on its wing-
And sweet as ever still your birds will sing:
But not for me; - I go to cities- where,
With sickening eye false splendour I shall view,
And sigh in vain, sweet shades, for happiness- and you!