Анна Сьюард (Anna Seward)

Sonnet 70. Yes, thou shalt smile again!—Time always heals

   TO A YOUNG LADY IN AFFLICTION,
   WHO FANCIED SHE SHOULD NEVER MORE BE HAPPY.

Yes, thou shalt smile again!—Time always heals
    In youth, the wounds of Sorrow.—O! survey
    Yon now subsided Deep, thro' Night a prey
    To warring Winds, and to their furious peals
Surging tumultuous!—yet, as in dismay,
    The settling Billows tremble.—Morning steals
    Grey on the rocks;—and soon, to pour the day
    From the streak'd east, the radiant Orb unveils
In all his pride of light.—Thus shall the glow
    Of beauty, health, and hope, by soft degrees
    Spread o'er thy breast; disperse these storms of woe;
Wake, with sweet pleasure's sense, the wish to please,
    Till from those eyes the wonted lustres flow,
    Bright as the Sun on calm'd and crystal Seas.

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