Sonnets by Susan Evance, Vol. One

Why Should I Fear the Spirits of the Dead

As ‘mid These Mouldering Walls I Pensive Stray

Pale Ruthless Demon! Terrible Despair!

Sweet Evening, Hail! Thy Melancholy Hour

I Know Thy Charms, Sweet Love! Enchanting Boy

With Weeping Tenderness Once More I Gaze

O Ye Who Ride Upon the Wand'ring Gale

Mild Pensive Autumn! How I Love to Stray

Repentance, Bathe Me in Thy Sea of Tears!

O Happiness! Thou Fair Enchanting Form