Anna Seward

(12 December 1747 – 25 March 1809 / Eyam in Derbyshire)

December Morning - Poem by Anna Seward

I love to rise ere gleams the tardy light,
Winter's pale dawn; and as warm fires illume,
And cheerful tapers shine around the room,
Through misty windows bend the musing sight
Where, round the dusky lawn, the mansions white,
With shutters closed, peer faintly through the gloom,
That slow recedes; while yon gray spires assume,
Rising from their dark pile, an added height
By indistinctness given. Then to decree
The grateful thoughts to God, ere they unfold
To friendship or the Muse, or seek with glee
Wisdom's rich page. Oh, hours more worth than gold
By whose blest use we lengthen life, and, free
From drear decays of age, outlive the old.


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  • Rookie - 181 Points Brian Jani (5/16/2014 5:38:00 PM)

    Anna Amazing showcase of poetry, keep it up (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 4, 2010



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