Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 72. Ah, hapless June! circles yon lunar Sphere

WRITTEN IN THE RAINY SUMMER OF 1789.

Ah, hapless June! circles yon lunar Sphere
    Yet the dim Halo? whose cold powers ordain
    Long o'er these vales shou'd sweep, in misty train,
    The pale continuous showers, that sullying smear
Thy radiant lilies, towering on the plain;
    Bend low, with rivel'd leaves of canker'd stain,
    Thy drench'd and heavy rose.—Yet pledg'd and dear
    Fair Hope still holds the promise of the Year;
Suspends her anchor on the silver horn
    Of the next wexing Orb, tho', June, thy Day,
    Robb'd of its golden eve, and rosy morn,
And gloomy as the Winter's rigid sway,
    Leads sunless, lingering, disappointing Hours
    Thro' the song-silent glades and dropping bowers.

1. Sonnet 69. Time, and thy charms, thou fanciest will redeem
2. Sonnet 13. Thou child of Night, and Silence, balmy Sleep
3. Sonnet 77. O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright
4. Sonnet 42. Lo! the Year's final Day!—Nature performs
5. Sonnet 51. Hope comes to Youth, gliding thro' azure skies

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