Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Sonnet XCII by Anna Seward

Be thankful for life, not frightful of death shivering like the last few fortunate leaves in the fall. Beautiful poem:

SONNET XCII

By Anna Seward


Behold that tree, in Autumn's dim decay,
   Stripped by the frequent, chill, and eddying wind;
   Where yet some yellow, lonely leaves we find
   Lingering and trembling on the naked spray,
Twenty, perchance, for millions whirled away!
   Emblem, also! too just, of humankind!
   Vain man expects longevity, designed
   For few indeed; and their protracted day
What is it worth that Wisdom does not scorn?
   The blasts of sickness, care, and grief appal,
   That laid the friends in dust, whose natal morn
Rose near their own; and solemn is the call;
   Yet, like those weak deserted leaves forlorn,
   Shivering they cling to life, and fear to fall!




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Shiv Kapoor