Sonnet 84: While One Sere Leaf, That Parting Autumn Gilds

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Title:     Sonnet 84: While One Sere Leaf, That Parting Autumn Gilds
Author: Anna Seward [More Titles by Seward]

While one sere leaf, that parting Autumn gilds,
Trembles upon the thin, and naked spray,
November, dragging on his sunless day,
Lours, cold and fallen, on the watry fields;
And Nature to the waste dominion yields,
Stript her last robes, with gold and purple gay.--
So droops my life, of your soft beams despoil'd,
Youth, Health, and Hope, that long exulting smil'd;
And the wild carols, and the bloomy hues
Of merry Spring-time, spruce on every plain
Her half-blown bushes, moist with sunny rain,
More pensive thoughts in my sunk heart infuse
Than Winter's grey, and desolate domain,
Faded, like my lost Youth, that no bright Spring renews.

[The end]
Anna Seward's poem: Sonnet 84: While One Sere Leaf, That Parting Autumn Gilds

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