Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 35. In April's gilded morn when south winds blow

        SPRING.

In April's gilded morn when south winds blow,
    And gently shake the hawthorn's silver crown,
    Wafting its scent the forest-glade adown,
    The dewy shelter of the bounding Doe,
Then, under trees, soft tufts of primrose show
    Their palely-yellowing flowers;—to the moist Sun
    Blue harebells peep, while cowslips stand unblown,
    Plighted to riper May;—and lavish flow
The Lark's loud carols in the wilds of air.
    O! not to Nature's glad Enthusiast cling
    Avarice, and pride.—Thro' her now blooming sphere
Charm'd as he roves, his thoughts enraptur'd spring
    To Him, who gives frail Man's appointed time
    These cheering hours of promise, and of prime.

1. Sonnet 58. Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes
2. Sonnet 53. The knell of Whitehead tolls!—his cares are past
3. Sonnet 11. How sweet to rove, from summer sun-beams veil'd
4. Sonnet 45. From Possibility's dim chaos sprung
5. Sonnet 52. Long has the pall of Midnight quench'd the scene

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