Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 11. How sweet to rove, from summer sun-beams veil'd

How sweet to rove, from summer sun-beams veil'd,
    In gloomy dingles; or to trace the tide
    Of wandering brooks, their pebbly beds that chide;
    To feel the west-wind cool refreshment yield,
That comes soft creeping o'er the flowery field,
    And shadow'd waters; in whose bushy side
    The Mountain-Bees their fragrant treasure hide
    Murmuring; and sings the lonely Thrush conceal'd!—
Then, Ceremony, in thy gilded halls,
    Where forc'd and frivolous the themes arise,
    With bow and smile unmeaning, O! how palls
At thee, and thine, my sense!—how oft it sighs
    For leisure, wood-lanes, dells, and water-falls;
    And feels th' untemper'd heat of sultry skies!

1. Sonnet 75. He found her not;—yet much the Poet found
2. Sonnet 85. March, tho' the Hours of promise with bright ray
3. Sonnet 78. Sophia tempts me to her social walls
4. Sonnet 1. When Life's realities the Soul perceives
5. Sonnet 20. Ah! might I range each hallow'd bower and glade

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