Sonnet 58: Not The Slow Hearse, Where Nod The Sable Plumes

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Title:     Sonnet 58: Not The Slow Hearse, Where Nod The Sable Plumes
Author: Anna Seward [More Titles by Seward]

Not the slow Hearse, where nod the sable plumes,
The Parian Statue, bending o'er the Urn,
The dark robe floating, the dejection worn
On the dropt eye, and lip no smile illumes;
Not all this pomp of sorrow, that presumes
It pays Affection's debt, is due concern
To the FOR EVER ABSENT, tho' it mourn
Fashion's allotted time. If Time consumes,
While Life is ours, the precious vestal-flame
Memory shou'd hourly feed;--if, thro' each day,
She with whate'er we see, hear, think, or say,
Blend not the image of the vanish'd Frame,
O! can the alien Heart expect to prove,
In worlds of light and life, a reunited love!

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Anna Seward's poem: Sonnet 58: Not The Slow Hearse, Where Nod The Sable Plumes

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