Sonnet 41: Invitation To A Friend

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Title:     Sonnet 41: Invitation To A Friend
Author: Anna Seward [More Titles by Seward]

Since dark December shrouds the transient day,
And stormy Winds are howling in their ire,
Why com'st not THOU, who always can'st inspire
The soul of cheerfulness, and best array
A sullen hour in smiles?--O haste to pay
The cordial visit sullen hours require!--
Around the circling walls a glowing fire
Shines;--but it vainly shines in this delay
To blend thy spirit's warm Promethean light.
Come then, at Science', and at Friendship's call,
Their vow'd Disciple;--come, for they invite!
The social Powers without thee languish all.
Come, that I may not hear the winds of Night,
Nor count the heavy eave-drops as they fall.

Dec. 21st, 1782.

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Anna Seward's poem: Sonnet 41: Invitation To A Friend

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