Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867.
IV. A Stormy November Evening, Gradually Clearing up in a Mountainous CountryAnna Seward (17471809)
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From the drenched roof; yet murmurs the sunk wind
Round the dim hills; can yet a passage find
Whistling through yon cleft rock, and ruined wall.
Loud roar the angry torrents, and appall,
Though distant. A few stars, emerging kind,
With green rays tremble through their misty shrouds;
And the moon gleams between the sailing clouds
On half the darkened hill. Now blasts remove
The shadowing clouds, and on the mountain’s brow,
Full-orbed she shines. Half sunk within its cove
Heaves the lone boat, with gulphing sound:—and lo!
Bright rolls the settling lake, and brimming rove
The vale’s blue rills, and glitter as they flow!