Sonnet [Such Age, How Beautiful!]

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Title:     Sonnet [Such Age, How Beautiful!]
Author: William Wordsworth [More Titles by Wordsworth]

[This sonnet, published in 1827, was inscribed to Lady Fitzgerald at the time in her seventieth year.]

Such age, how beautiful! O Lady bright,
Whose mortal lineaments seem all refined
By favouring Nature and a saintly Mind
To something purer and more exquisite
Than flesh and blood; whene'er thou meet'est my sight,
When I behold thy blanched unwithered cheek,
Thy temples fringed with locks of gleaming white,
And head that droops because the soul is meek,
Thee with the welcome Snowdrop I compare;
That child of winter, prompting thoughts that climb
From desolation toward the genial prime;
Or with the Moon conquering earth's misty air,
And filling more and more with crystal light
As pensive Evening deepens into night.

[The end]
William Wordsworth's poem: "Such Age, How Beautiful!" [Sonnet]

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