The text comes from Elegiac Sonnets (1797–1800), vol. 2.
| O’er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze, | ||
| The filmy Gossamer is lightly spread; | ||
| Waving in every sighing air that stirs, | ||
| As Fairy fingers had entwined the thread: | ||
| A thousand trembling orbs of lucid dew | ||
| Spangle the texture of the fairy loom, | ||
| As if soft Sylphs, lamenting as they flew, | ||
| Had wept departed Summer’s transient bloom: | ||
| But the wind rises, and the turf receives | ||
| The glittering web: — So, evanescent, fade | ||
| Bright views that Youth with sanguine heart believes | ||
| So vanish schemes of bliss, by Fancy made; | ||
| Which, fragile as the fleeting dews of morn, | ||
| Leave but the wither’d heath, and barren thorn! |