Excerpt from A Swan and Her Friends
Sonnet To Miss Seward
Not in thy bowers, Valclusa, when the strain,
Breath'd by the Spirit of love to night's still ear,
Fondly bewail'd fair Laura's timeless bier,
And mourn'd, on Sorga's banks, her loss in vain,
Did purer melody the soul enchain,
Than when, of late, the Muse, to Britain dear,
Tun'd her chaste lyre, that heaven might stoop to hear,
And with its magic charm'd her native plain.
Then why, thou sweet enthusiast, bid farewell
To the rich music of its various chime?
O sweep, with volant touch, thy chorded shell,
Yet, yet again, and swell the lofty rhyme
To virtue's praise; nor with less rapture dwell
On nature's awful scenes and works sublime!
- Christopher Smyth, Esq.
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