Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 71. While Summer Roses all their glory yield

         TO THE POPPY.

While Summer Roses all their glory yield
    To crown the Votary of Love and Joy,
    Misfortune's Victim hails, with many a sigh,
    Thee, scarlet Poppy of the pathless field,
Gaudy, yet wild and lone; no leaf to shield
    Thy flaccid vest, that, as the gale blows high,
    Flaps, and alternate folds around thy head.—
    So stands in the long grass a love-craz'd Maid,
Smiling aghast; while stream to every wind
    Her gairish ribbons, smear'd with dust and rain;
    But brain-sick visions cheat her tortur'd mind,
And bring false peace. Thus, lulling grief and pain,
    Kind dreams oblivious from thy juice proceed,
    Thou flimsy, shewy, melancholy weed.

1. Sonnet 53. The knell of Whitehead tolls!—his cares are past
2. Sonnet 69. Time, and thy charms, thou fanciest will redeem
3. Sonnet 13. Thou child of Night, and Silence, balmy Sleep
4. Sonnet 80. As lightens the brown Hill to vivid green
5. Sonnet 58. Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes

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