Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 41. Since dark December shrouds the transient day

 INVITATION TO A FRIEND.

Since dark December shrouds the transient day,
    And stormy Winds are howling in their ire,
    Why com'st not THOU, who always can'st inspire
    The soul of cheerfulness, and best array
A sullen hour in smiles?—O haste to pay
    The cordial visit sullen hours require!—
    Around the circling walls a glowing fire
    Shines;—but it vainly shines in this delay
To blend thy spirit's warm Promethean light.
    Come then, at Science', and at Friendship's call,
    Their vow'd Disciple;—come, for they invite!
The social Powers without thee languish all.
    Come, that I may not hear the winds of Night,
    Nor count the heavy eave-drops as they fall.

1. Sonnet 75. He found her not;—yet much the Poet found
2. Sonnet 1. When Life's realities the Soul perceives
3. Sonnet 20. Ah! might I range each hallow'd bower and glade
4. Sonnet 85. March, tho' the Hours of promise with bright ray
5. Sonnet 44. Rapt Contemplation, bring thy waking dreams

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