Sonnet Vi

INVITATION TO A FRIEND. Since dark December shrouds the transient day, And stormy Winds are howling in their ire, Why com'st not THOU , who always can'st inspire The soul of cheerfulness, and best array A sullen hour in smiles?--O! haste to pay The cordial visit sullen hours require! Around the circling Walls a glowing fire Shines;--but it vainly shines in this delay To blend thy spirit's warm Promethean light. Come then, at Science, and at Friendship's call, Their vow'd Disciple;--come; for they invite; The social Powers without thee languish all. Come,--that I may not hear the winds of night, Nor count the heavy eve-drops as they fall!