Sonnet 46: Dark As The Silent Stream Beneath The Night]

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Title:     Sonnet 46: Dark As The Silent Stream Beneath The Night]
Author: Anna Seward [More Titles by Seward]

Dark as the silent stream beneath the night,
Thy funeral glides to Life's eternal home,
Child of its narrow house!--how late the bloom,
The facile smile, the soft eye's crystal light,
Each grace of Youth's gay morn, that charms our sight,
Play'd o'er that Form!--now sunk in Death's cold gloom,
Insensate! ghastly!--for the yawning tomb,
Alas! fit Inmate.--Thus we mourn the blight
Of Virgin-Beauty, and endowments rare
In their glad hours of promise.--O! when Age
Drops, like the o'er-blown, faded rose, tho' dear
Its long known worth, no stormy sorrows rage;
But swell when we behold, unsoil'd by time,
Youth's broken Lily perished in its prime.

[The end]
Anna Seward's poem: Sonnet 46: Dark As The Silent Stream Beneath The Night]

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