Sonnets by Susan Evance, Vol. Two

When Wintry Tempests Agitate the Deep

Blakenham! Although Thy Bounded Scenes

O Take Me from the Hated Haunts of Man

Ah No--Enthusiasm’s Hour Is Fled

Why Do I Muse on Moments That Are Past

Now Wild the Blasts of Autumn Sweep Along

Where Are the Tearful Smile of Youthful Spring

Did I Not See Thee Ope Thy Lovely Eye

Ye Rocks Sublime, Whose Tops Depending O'er

Yon Oak Has Brav’d Full Many a Wintry Storm