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Sonnet 3: From These Wild Heights, Where Oft The Mists Descend Post by :smokenmo Category :Poems Author :Anna Seward Date :October 2011 Read :1970

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Sonnet 3: From These Wild Heights, Where Oft The Mists Descend

WRITTEN AT BUXTON IN A RAINY SEASON


From these wild heights, where oft the mists descend
In rains, that shroud the sun, and chill the gale,
Each transient, gleaming interval we hail,
And rove the naked vallies, and extend
Our gaze around, where yon vast mountains blend
With billowy clouds, that o'er their summits sail;
Pondering, how little Nature's charms befriend
The barren scene, monotonous, and pale.
Yet solemn when the darkening shadows fleet
Successive o'er the wide and silent hills,
Gilded by watry sun-beams, then we meet
Peculiar pomp of vision. Fancy thrills,
And owns there is no scene so rude and bare,
But Nature sheds or grace or grandeur there.





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