Poem by Anna Seward

Sonnet 57. In the chill silence of the winter eve

 WRITTEN THE NIGHT PRECEDING THE [1]FUNERAL OF
MRS. CHARLES BUCKERIDGE.

In the chill silence of the winter eve,
    Thro' Lichfield's darken'd streets I bend my way
    By that sad mansion, where Nerina's Clay
    Awaits the Morning Knell;—and awed perceive,
In the late bridal chamber, the clear ray
    Of numerous lights; while o'er the ceiling stray
    Shadows of those who frequent pass beneath
    Round the pale Dead.—What sounds my senses grieve!
For now the busy hammer's stroke appals,
    That, “in dread note of preparation,” falls,
    Closing the sable lid!—With sighs I bear
These solemn warnings from the House of Woes;
    Pondering how late, for young Nerina, there,
    Joyous, the Love-illumin'd Morn arose.

1. In Lichfield Cathedral the funeral rites are performed early in the Morning. 

1. Sonnet 53. The knell of Whitehead tolls!—his cares are past
2. Sonnet 65. Marcellus, since the ardors of my strain
3. Sonnet 56. What bashful wildness in those crystal eyes
4. Sonnet 38. If he whose bosom with no transport swells
5. Sonnet 36. Now on hills, rocks, and streams, and vales, and plains

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