Chapter 75
sonnet sixty seven by charlotte turner smith read for librivox dot org by david barnes sonnet sixty seven on passing over a dreary tract of country and near the ruins of a deserted chapel during a tempest swift fleets the billowy clouds along the sky earth seems to shodder at the storm aghast while only beings as forlorn as i court the chill horrors of the howling blast even round yon crumbling walls in search of food the ravenous owl forgoes his evening flight and in his cave within the deepest wood the fox eludes the tempest of the night but to my heart congenial is the gloom which hides me from a world i wish to shun that scene where ruin saps the mouldering tomb suits with the sadness of a wretch undone nor is the deepest shade the keenest air black as my fate or cold as my despair this recording is in the public domain
