My dazzled eye; but from the lakes arise
Blue mists, and twilight gray involves the blushing skies.
Though storms and tempests mark thy gloomy reign,
Stern winter! still the poet's eye shall find
Full many a charm to linger in thy train—
Spread round thy frozen panoply of snow;
In icy chains, each brook and streamlet bind;
Still unappalled the Christmas rose shall blow,
And beauteous crocuses their golden bloom
Disclose, ere yet thy ruthless reign be past;
And bright mezereon breathe its faint perfume,
Amid the rigors of thy northern blast:
Whilst on the leafless lime pale mistletoe
Its wax-like berries hangs, and green of sickly cast.
And the sweet redbreast, from his laurel bower,
Warbles his vespers clear, at twilight's sober hour.
Joseph Johnson, the radical publisher of books by Maria Edgeworth, Anna
Letitia Barbauld, and Mary Wollstonecraft, brought out Anna Maria Small-
piece's 182-page volume Original Sonnets, and Other Small Poems in 1805.
She spent her childhood in Woburn, Bedfordshire and traveled to Cornwall,
London, Devonshire, and abroad, but little else is known about her.
Ah! what avails, when sinking down to sleep,
That silken curtains shade the languid eye?
On beds of down how many wake to weep,
And break the calm of night with sorrow's sigh!
O! then, thou poor, ne'er at thy lot repine,
If o'er thy straw-stuffed bed no trappings play;
More pure thy sleep, and calmer dreams are thine,
Than those who waste in luxury their day.
If o'er thy cheek the loose-zoned goddess, Health,
With coral finger, spread her rosy hues,
Far art thou blessed, beyond the joys of wealth,
And all the joys the busy crowd pursues.
Nor more would I at little ills repine,
Were her full eye, and sparkling luster mine.