Sonnet 27: See Wither'd Winter, Bending Low His Head

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Title:     Sonnet 27: See Wither'd Winter, Bending Low His Head
Author: Anna Seward [More Titles by Seward]

See wither'd WINTER, bending low his head;
His ragged locks stiff with the hoary dew;
His eyes, like frozen lakes, of livid hue;
His train, a sable cloud, with murky red
Streak'd.--Ah! behold his nitrous breathings shed
Petrific death!--Lean, wailful Birds pursue,
On as he sweeps o'er the dun lonely moor,
Amid the battling blast of all the Winds,
That, while their sleet the climbing Sailor blinds,
Lash the white surges to the sounding shore.
So com'st thou, WINTER, finally to doom
The sinking year; and with thy ice-dropt sprays,
Cypress and yew, engarland her pale tomb,
Her vanish'd hopes, and aye-departed days.

[The end]
Anna Seward's poem: Sonnet 27: See Wither'd Winter, Bending Low His Head

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