Sonnet To Harriet St. Leger

Whene'er I recollect the happy time
  When you and I held converse dear together,
  There come a thousand thoughts of sunny weather,
  Of early blossoms, and the fresh year's prime;
  Your memory lives for ever in my mind
  With all the fragrant beauties of the spring,
  With od'rous lime and silver hawthorn twined,
  And many a noonday woodland wandering.
  There's not a thought of you, but brings along
  Some sunny dream of river, field, and sky;
  'Tis wafted on the blackbird's sunset song,
  Or some wild snatch of ancient melody.
  And as I date it still, our love arose
  'Twixt the last violet and the earliest rose.