Poem by Anna Seward

Sonnet 87. Round Cleon's brow the Delphic laurels twine

  TO A YOUNG LADY, ADDRESSED 
  BY A GENTLEMAN CELEBRATED FOR HIS POETIC TALENTS.

Round Cleon's brow the Delphic laurels twine,
    And lo! the laurel decks Amanda's breast!
    Charm'd shall he mark its glossy branches shine
    On that contrasting snow; shall see express'd
Love's better omens, in the green hues dress'd
    Of this selected foliage.—Nymph, 't is thine
    The warning story on its leaves to find,
    Proud Daphne's fate, imprison'd in its rind,
And with its umbrage veil'd, great Phœbus' power
    Scorning, and bent, with feet of wind, to foil
    His swift pursuit, till on Thessalian shore
Shot into boughs, and rooted to the soil.—
    Thus warn'd, fair Maid, Apollo's ire to shun,
    Soon may his Spray's and Votary's lot be one.

1. Sonnet 58. Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes
2. Sonnet 25. Fortunate Vale! exulting Hill! dear Plain!
3. Sonnet 45. From Possibility's dim chaos sprung
4. Sonnet 59. Lady, each soft effusion of thy mind
5. Sonnet 2. The Future, and its gifts, alone we prize

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