Sonnet Variation: Anna Seward's Sonnet XVIII ("An Evening in November, which Had Been Stormy, Gradually Clearing Up, in a Mountainous Country")
Ceas'd is the rain; but heavy drops yet fall
as dog-like trees shake off their leaves in wind;
The muddy lands I view, and do not find
a dry spot at all on road or stone wall.
The puddles are many and might appall
the mind that wants each in place and with kind;
they scatter chaos and mess, large and small.
Yet an unseen order may stand behind
the calming scenes, which all worries remove;
to see it is to feel an ease in brow.
The trees against sky form a wooden cove,
like a window, and looking through it, lo!
I see myself, and I with you there rove
on grasses wet and paths where trickles flow.
