Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 27. See wither'd Winter, bending low his head

See wither'd Winter, bending low his head;
    His ragged locks stiff with the hoary dew;
    His eyes, like frozen lakes, of livid hue;
    His train, a sable cloud, with murky red
Streak'd.—Ah! behold his nitrous breathings shed
    Petrific death!—Lean, wailful Birds pursue,
    On as he sweeps o'er the dun lonely moor,
    Amid the battling blast of all the Winds,
That, while their sleet the climbing Sailor blinds,
    Lash the white surges to the sounding shore.
    So com'st thou, Winter, finally to doom
The sinking year; and with thy ice-dropt sprays,
    Cypress and yew, engarland her pale tomb,
    Her vanish'd hopes, and aye-departed days.

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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