Poem by Anna Seward

Sonnet 7. By Derwent's rapid stream as oft I stray'd

By Derwent's rapid stream as oft I stray'd,
    With Infancy's light step and glances wild,
    And saw vast rocks, on steepy mountains pil'd,
    Frown o'er th' umbrageous glen; or pleas'd survey'd
The cloudy moonshine in the shadowy glade,
    Romantic Nature to th' enthusiast Child
    Grew dearer far than when serene she smil'd,
    In uncontrasted loveliness array'd.
But O! in every Scene, with sacred sway,
    Her graces fire me; from the bloom that spreads
    Resplendent in the lucid morn of May,
To the green light the little Glow-worm sheds
    On mossy banks, when midnight glooms prevail,
    And softest Silence broods o'er all the dale.

1. Sonnet 75. He found her not;—yet much the Poet found
2. Sonnet 78. Sophia tempts me to her social walls
3. Sonnet 44. Rapt Contemplation, bring thy waking dreams
4. Sonnet 1. When Life's realities the Soul perceives
5. Sonnet 90. My hour is not yet come!—these burning eyes

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