Poems by Mrs. Opie | ||
1
SONNET TO WINTER.
Power of the awful wind, whose hollow blastHurls desolation wide! thy sway I hail.
It o'er the scene around can beauties cast
Superior far to aught that Summer's gale
Bids in the ripening year to bloom awake.
To view thy majesty, the cheerful tale,
The dance, the festive song, I pleased forsake,
2
Now the pale regent of thy splendid night
Decks with her yellow rays thy snowy throne.
Richly her beams on Summer's mantle light;
Richly they gild chill Autumn's tawny vest:
But to mine eyes they shine more chastely bright
Spangling the icy robe that wraps thy breast.
Poems by Mrs. Opie | ||