Sonnet LXXIX (OF Folly weary, shrinking from the…)

OF Folly weary, shrinking from the view Of Violence and Fraud, allow'd to take All peace from humble life; I would forsake Their haunts for ever, and, sweet Nymph! with you Find shelter; where my tired, and tear-swoln eyes Among your silent shades of soothing hue, Your "bells and florets of unnumber'd dyes" Might rest—And learn the bright varieties That from your lovely hands are fed with dew; And every veined leaf, that trembling sighs In mead or woodland; or in wilds remote, Or lurk with mosses in the humid caves, Mantle the cliffs, on dimpling rivers float, Or stream from coral rocks beneath the Ocean waves.