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Poem by Anna Seward


Sonnet 10. Honora, shou'd that cruel time arrive


 TO HONORA SNEYD.

Honora, shou'd that cruel time arrive
    When 'gainst my truth thou should'st my errors poize,
    Scorning remembrance of our vanish'd joys;
    When for the love-warm looks, in which I live,
But cold respect must greet me, that shall give
    No tender glance, no kind regretful sighs;
    When thou shalt pass me with averted eyes,
    Feigning thou see'st me not, to sting, and grieve,
And sicken my sad heart, I cou'd not bear
    Such dire eclipse of thy soul-cheering rays;
    I cou'd not learn my struggling heart to tear
From thy lov'd form, that thro' my memory strays;
    Nor in the pale horizon of Despair
    Endure the wintry and the darken'd days.



Anna Seward


Anna Seward's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 75. He found her not;—yet much the Poet found
  2. Sonnet 44. Rapt Contemplation, bring thy waking dreams
  3. Sonnet 90. My hour is not yet come!—these burning eyes
  4. Sonnet 85. March, tho' the Hours of promise with bright ray
  5. Sonnet 77. O! hast thou seen a vernal Morning bright


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