Sonnet 91: On the fleet streams, the Sun, that late arose

By Anna Seward 1742–1809 Anna Seward
On the fleet streams, the Sun, that late arose,
   In amber radiance plays; the tall young grass
   No foot hath bruised; clear morning, as I pass,
   Breathes the pure gale, that on the blossom blows;
And, as with gold yon green hill’s summit glows,
   The lake inlays the vale with molten glass:
   Now is the year’s soft youth, yet one, alas!
   Cheers not as it was wont; impending woes
Weigh on my heart; the joys, that once were mine,
   Spring leads not back; and those that yet remain
   Fade while she blooms. Each hour more lovely shine
Her crystal beams, and feed her floral train,
   But oh with pale, and warring fires, decline
   Those eyes, whose light my filial hopes sustain.

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Poet Anna Seward 1742–1809



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 Anna  Seward


Born in Derbyshire, British Romantic poet and novelist Anna Seward was the daughter of a clergyman and the only one of four children to reach adulthood. Her close friend, Honora Sneyd, was adopted into the family and served as the muse for many of Seward’s poems. In 1750 her father was chosen as Canon of Lichfield Cathedral, and a few years later the family relocated to the Bishop’s Palace, where Seward lived for the rest of . . .

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Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

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