Sonnet LXIV (HERE from the restless bed of…)

HERE from the restless bed of lingering pain The languid sufferer seeks the tepid wave, And feels returning health and hope again Disperse "the gathering shadows of the grave!" And here romantic rocks that boldly swell, Fringed with green woods, or stain'd with veins of ore, Call'd native Genius forth, whose Heaven-taught skill Charm'd the deep echos of the rifted shore. But tepid waves, wild scenes, or summer air, Restore they palsied Fancy, woe-deprest? Check they the torpid influence of Despair, Or bid warm Health re-animate the breast; Where Hope's soft visions have no longer part, And whose sad inmate is—a broken heart?