Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 93. Yon soft Star, peering o'er the sable cloud

Yon soft Star, peering o'er the sable cloud,
    Sheds its1 green lustre thro' the darksome air.—
    Haply in that mild Planet's crystal sphere
    Live the freed Spirits, o'er whose timeless shroud
Swell'd my lone sighs, my tearful sorrows flow'd.
    They, of these long regrets perhaps aware,
    View them with pitying smiles.—O! then, if e'er
    Your guardian cares may be on me bestow'd,
For the pure friendship of our youthful days,
    Ere yet ye soar'd from earth, illume my heart,
    That roves bewilder'd in Dejection's night,
And lead it back to peace!—as now ye dart,
    From your pellucid mansion, the kind rays,
    That thro' misleading darkness stream so bright.

1. Sonnet 75. He found her not;—yet much the Poet found
2. Sonnet 77. O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright
3. Sonnet 51. Hope comes to Youth, gliding thro' azure skies
4. Sonnet 78. Sophia tempts me to her social walls
5. Sonnet 13. Thou child of Night, and Silence, balmy Sleep

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