Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 77. O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright

O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright
    Gem every bank and trembling leaf with dews,
    Tinging the green fields with her amber hues,
    Changing the leaden streams to lines of light?
Then seen dull Clouds, that shed untimely night,
    Roll envious on, and every ray suffuse,
    Till the chill'd Scenes their early beauty lose,
    And faint, and colourless, no more invite
The glistening gaze of Joy?—'Twas emblem just
    Of my youth's sun, on which deep shadows fell,
    Spread from the pall of Friends; and Grief's loud gust
Resistless, oft wou'd wasted tears compel:
    Yet let me hope, that on my darken'd days
    Science, and pious Trust, may shed pervading rays.

1. Sonnet 1. When Life's realities the Soul perceives
2. Sonnet 58. Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes
3. Sonnet 31. O, EVER DEAR! thy precious, vital powers
4. Sonnet 75. He found her not;—yet much the Poet found
5. Sonnet 51. Hope comes to Youth, gliding thro' azure skies

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