The glittering colours of the day are fled -- Come, melancholy orb! that dwell'st with night, Come, and o'er earth thy wandering lustre shed, Thy deepest shadow, and thy softest light. To me congenial is the gloomy grove, When with faint rays the sloping uplands shine; That gloom, those pensive rays, alike I love, Whose sadness seems in sympathy with mine. But most for this, pale orb! thy light is dear, For this, benignant orb! I hail thee most, That while I pour the unavailing tear, And mourn that hope to me in youth is lost -- Thy light can visionary thoughts impart, And lead the Muse to soothe a suffering heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY SWEET BROWN GAL by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR SONNET: 13. TO MR. H. LAWES, ON HIS AIRS by JOHN MILTON ODE [FOR MUSIC] ON ST. CECILIA'S DAY by ALEXANDER POPE ONLY A YEAR' by HARRIET BEECHER STOWE THE BURIAL OF LOVE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT AN ENCOURAGEMENT TO EARNEST AND IMPORTUNATE PRAYER by JOHN BYROM |