Sonnet Vi Poem by Anna Seward

INVITATION TO A FRIEND.
Since dark December shrouds the transient day,
And stormy Winds are howling in their ire,
Why com'st not THOU , who always can'st inspire
The soul of cheerfulness, and best array
A sullen hour in smiles?--O! haste to pay
The cordial visit sullen hours require!
Around the circling Walls a glowing fire
Shines;--but it vainly shines in this delay
To blend thy spirit's warm Promethean light.
Come then, at Science, and at Friendship's call,
Their vow'd Disciple;--come; for they invite;
The social Powers without thee languish all.
Come,--that I may not hear the winds of night,
Nor count the heavy eve-drops as they fall!