Anna Seward (Анна Сьюард)

Sonnet 84. While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn gilds

While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn gilds,
    Trembles upon the thin, and naked spray,
    November, dragging on his sunless day,
    Lours, cold and fallen, on the watry fields;
And Nature to the waste dominion yields,
    Stript her last robes, with gold and purple gay.—
    So droops my life, of your soft beams despoil'd,
    Youth, Health, and Hope, that long exulting smil'd;
And the wild carols, and the bloomy hues
    Of merry Spring-time, spruce on every plain
    Her half-blown bushes, moist with sunny rain,
More pensive thoughts in my sunk heart infuse
    Than Winter's grey, and desolate domain,
    Faded, like my lost Youth, that no bright Spring renews.

1. Sonnet 36. Now on hills, rocks, and streams, and vales, and plains
2. Sonnet 56. What bashful wildness in those crystal eyes
3. Sonnet 53. The knell of Whitehead tolls!—his cares are past
4. Sonnet 42. Lo! the Year's final Day!—Nature performs
5. Sonnet 73. He who a tender long-lov'd Wife survives

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