Poem by Anna Seward

Sonnet 93. Yon soft Star, peering o'er the sable cloud

Yon soft Star, peering o'er the sable cloud,
    Sheds its1 green lustre thro' the darksome air.—
    Haply in that mild Planet's crystal sphere
    Live the freed Spirits, o'er whose timeless shroud
Swell'd my lone sighs, my tearful sorrows flow'd.
    They, of these long regrets perhaps aware,
    View them with pitying smiles.—O! then, if e'er
    Your guardian cares may be on me bestow'd,
For the pure friendship of our youthful days,
    Ere yet ye soar'd from earth, illume my heart,
    That roves bewilder'd in Dejection's night,
And lead it back to peace!—as now ye dart,
    From your pellucid mansion, the kind rays,
    That thro' misleading darkness stream so bright.

1. Sonnet 25. Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain!
2. Sonnet 84. While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn gilds
3. Sonnet 30. That song again!—its sounds my bosom thrill
4. Sonnet 28. O, Genius! does thy Sun-resembling beam
5. Sonnet 52. Long has the pall of Midnight quench'd the scene

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