Poem by Anna Seward

Sonnet 47. With lyre Orphean, see a Bard explore

 ON MR. SARGENT's DRAMATIC POEM, THE MINE[1].

With lyre Orphean, see a Bard explore
    The central caverns of the mornless Night,
    Where never Muse perform'd harmonious rite
    Till now!—and lo! upon the sparry floor,
Advance, to welcome him, each Sister Power,
    Petra, stern Queen, Fossilia, cold and bright,
    And call their Gnomes, to marshal in his sight
    The gelid incrust, and the veined ore,
And flashing gem.—Then, while his songs pourtray
    The mystic virtues gold and gems acquire,
    With every charm that mineral scenes display,
Th' imperial Sisters praise the daring Lyre,
    And grateful hail its new and powerful lay,
    That seats them high amid the Muses' Choir.

1. Sonnet 15. The evening shines in May's luxuriant pride
2. Sonnet 45. From Possibility's dim chaos sprung
3. Sonnet 48. Now young-ey'd Spring, on gentle breezes borne
4. Sonnet 13. Thou child of Night, and Silence, balmy Sleep
5. Sonnet 53. The knell of Whitehead tolls!—his cares are past

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