Sonnet 11: How Sweet To Rove, From Summer Sun-Beams Veil'd

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Title:     Sonnet 11: How Sweet To Rove, From Summer Sun-Beams Veil'd
Author: Anna Seward [More Titles by Seward]

How sweet to rove, from summer sun-beams veil'd,
In gloomy dingles; or to trace the tide
Of wandering brooks, their pebbly beds that chide;
To feel the west-wind cool refreshment yield,
That comes soft creeping o'er the flowery field,
And shadow'd waters; in whose bushy side
The Mountain-Bees their fragrant treasure hide
Murmuring; and sings the lonely Thrush conceal'd!--
Then, Ceremony, in thy gilded halls,
Where forc'd and frivolous the themes arise,
With bow and smile unmeaning, O! how palls
At thee, and thine, my sense!--how oft it sighs
For leisure, wood-lanes, dells, and water-falls;
And feels th' untemper'd heat of sultry skies!

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Anna Seward's poem: Sonnet 11: How Sweet To Rove, From Summer Sun-Beams Veil'd

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