Dark, mournful clouds hang o'er the sun,
Lights gleam portentous in the air,
And yet who knows? This troubled heart
Still gives not up to blank despair.

Not big with shipwrecks every storm,
That sweeps the bosom of the main,
Nor does the threatening, turbid sky,
Always the thunder-bolt contain.

(C) Matilda Betham
01/01/2000


Best Poems of Matilda Betham

• The Fraternal Duel
• Rhapsody
• On A Fan
• Philemon
• Fragment
• Sonetto
• To M.i. (ii)
• To M.i.
• On The Eve Of Departure From O
• La Fortuna Dello Stesso
• Written In London, On The 19th Of March, 1796
• Written April The 18th, 1796
• Invitation, To J.b.c.
• Written On Whitsun-monday, 1795
• Cantata Dello Stesso
• The Lonely Walk
• Editha
• Fragment (ii)
• Human Pleasure Or Pain
• In A Letter To Arc On Her Wishing To Be Called Anna
• In Memory Of Mr Agostino Isola, Of Cambridge, Who Died On The 5th Of June, 1797