Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 50. In every breast Affection fires, there dwells

In every breast Affection fires, there dwells
    A secret consciousness to what degree
    They are themselves belov'd.—We hourly see
    Th' involuntary proof, that either quells,
Or ought to quell false hopes,—or sets us free
    From pain'd distrust;—but, O, the misery!
    Weak Self-Delusion timidly repels
    The lights obtrusive—shrinks from all that tells
Unwelcome truths, and vainly seeks repose
    For startled Fondness, in the opiate balm,
    Of kind profession, tho', perchance, it flows
To hush Complaint—O! in Belief's clear calm,
    Or 'mid the lurid clouds of Doubt, we find
    Love rise the Sun, or Comet of the Mind.

1. Sonnet 75. He found her not;—yet much the Poet found
2. Sonnet 44. Rapt Contemplation, bring thy waking dreams
3. Sonnet 77. O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright
4. Sonnet 84. While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn gilds
5. Sonnet 51. Hope comes to Youth, gliding thro' azure skies

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