| Hunt and Lee, comps. The Book of the Sonnet. 1867. | | | | IV. A Stormy November Evening, Gradually Clearing up in a Mountainous Country | | By Anna Seward (1747–1809) |
| | | CEASED is the rain, but heavy drops yet fall | |
| From the drenched roof; yet murmurs the sunk wind | |
| Round the dim hills; can yet a passage find | |
| Whistling through yon cleft rock, and ruined wall. | |
| Loud roar the angry torrents, and appall, | 5 |
| Though distant. A few stars, emerging kind, | |
| With green rays tremble through their misty shrouds; | |
| And the moon gleams between the sailing clouds | |
| On half the darkened hill. Now blasts remove | |
| The shadowing clouds, and on the mountain’s brow, | 10 |
| Full-orbed she shines. Half sunk within its cove | |
| Heaves the lone boat, with gulphing sound:—and lo! | |
| Bright rolls the settling lake, and brimming rove | |
| The vale’s blue rills, and glitter as they flow! | | | | |
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