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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed. The English Poets. 1880–1918.rnVol. IV. The Nineteenth Century: Wordsworth to Rossetti

William Wordsworth (1770–1850)

Sonnets: To Lady Fitzgerald

In Her Seventieth Year

SUCH age how beautiful! O Lady bright,

Whose mortal lineaments seem all refined

By favouring Nature and a saintly Mind

To something purer and more exquisite

Than flesh and blood; whene’er thou meet’st my sight,

When I behold thy blanched unwithered cheek,

Thy temples fringed with locks of gleaming white,

And head that droops because the soul is meek,

Thee with the welcome Snowdrop I compare;

That child of winter, prompting thoughts that climb

From desolation toward the genial prime;

Or with the Moon conquering earth’s misty air,

And filling more and more with crystal light

As pensive Evening deepens into night.

(1827.)