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 25. Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain!
2. Sonnet 2. The Future, and its gifts, alone we prize
3. Sonnet 58. Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes
4. Sonnet 45. From Possibility's dim chaos sprung
5. Sonnet 24. Behold the Day an image of the Year!

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