Sonnet 82: From A Riv'd Tree, That Stands Beside The Grave

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Title:     Sonnet 82: From A Riv'd Tree, That Stands Beside The Grave
Author: Anna Seward [More Titles by Seward]

From a riv'd Tree, that stands beside the grave
Of the Self-slaughter'd, to the misty Moon
Calls the complaining Owl in Night's pale noon;
And from a hut, far on the hill, to rave
Is heard the angry Ban-Dog. With loud wave
The rous'd and turbid River surges down,
Swoln with the mountain-rains, and dimly shown
Appals the Sense.--Yet see! from yonder cave,
Her shelter in the recent, stormy showers,
With anxious brow, a fond expecting Maid
Steals towards the flood!--Alas!--for now appears
Her Lover's vacant boat!--the broken oars
Roll down the tide!--What images invade!
Aghast she stands, the Statue of her fears!

[The end]
Anna Seward's poem: Sonnet 82: From A Riv'd Tree, That Stands Beside The Grave

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