Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 58. Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes

Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes,
    The Parian Statue, bending o'er the Urn,
    The dark robe floating, the dejection worn
    On the dropt eye, and lip no smile illumes;
Not all this pomp of sorrow, that presumes
    It pays Affection's debt, is due concern
    To the FOR EVER ABSENT, tho' it mourn
    Fashion's allotted time. If Time consumes,
While Life is ours, the precious vestal-flame
    Memory shou'd hourly feed;—if, thro' each day,
    She with whate'er we see, hear, think, or say,
Blend not the image of the vanish'd Frame,
    O! can the alien Heart expect to prove,
    In worlds of light and life, a reunited love!

1. Sonnet 15. The evening shines in May's luxuriant pride
2. Sonnet 87. Round Cleon's brow the Delphic laurels twine
3. Sonnet 45. From Possibility's dim chaos sprung
4. Sonnet 48. Now young-ey'd Spring, on gentle breezes borne
5. Sonnet 13. Thou child of Night, and Silence, balmy Sleep

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