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Poem by Anna Seward


Sonnet 100. Lyre of the Sonnet, that full many a time


 WRITTEN DECEMBER 1790.

Lyre of the Sonnet, that full many a time
    Amus'd my lassitude, and sooth'd my pains,
    When graver cares forbade the lengthen'd strains,
    To thy brief bound, and oft-returning chime
A long farewell!—the splendid forms of Rhyme
    When Grief in lonely orphanism reigns,
    Oppress the drooping Soul.—Death's dark domains
    Throw mournful shadows o'er the Aonian clime;
For in their silent bourne my filial bands
    Lie all dissolv'd;—and swiftly-wasting pour
    From my frail glass of life, health's sparkling sands.
Sleep then, my Lyre, thy tuneful tasks are o'er,
    Sleep! for my heart bereav'd, and listless hands
    Wake with rapt touch thy glowing strings no more!



Anna Seward


Anna Seward's other poems:
  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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