As when a child on some long winter's night <br />Affrighted clinging to its Grandam's knees <br />With eager wond'ring and perturbed delight <br />Listens strange tales of fearful dark decrees <br />Muttered to wretch by necromantic spell; <br />Or of those hags, who at the witching time <br />Of murky midnight ride the air sublime, <br />And mingle foul embrace with fiends of Hell: <br />Cold Horror drinks its blood! Anon the tear <br />More gentle starts, to hear the Beldame tell <br />Of pretty babes, that loved each other dear, <br />Murdered by cruel Uncle's mandate fell: <br />Ev'n such the shiv'ring joys thy tones impart, <br />Ev'n so thou, Siddons! meltest my sad heart!<br /><br />Samuel Taylor Coleridge<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xii-to-mrs-siddons/
