NOW is the hour when, trembling to and fro, All flowers like censers waft their odours sweet, And scents in evening air, and music meet A solemn waltz, a languorous vertigo. All flowers like censers waft their odours sweet, The viol shudders as a heart in woe, A solemn waltz, a languorous vertigo, The heavens stretch fair and sad like some great sheet. The viol shudders as a heart in woe, Kind heart that hates black nothingness to meet, The heavens stretch fair and sad like some great sheet, The sun sinks, drowning, in his sanguine glow. Kind heart that hates black nothingness to meet, On the bright past doth pensive love bestow; The sun sinks, drowning, in his sanguine glow; Thy memory, hallowed shrine, my soul does greet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ROUEN; 26 APRIL - 25 MAY 1915 by MAY WEDDERBURN CANNAN TO SIR HENRY WOTTON (1) by JOHN DONNE DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 6. NIGHT LANDING by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER THE THREE LITTLE KITTENS (A CAT'S TALE, WITH ADDITIONS) by ELIZA LEE CABOT FOLLEN TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE THIRD DAY: SCANDERBERG by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |