SWEET Eve, of softest voice and gentlest beam, Say, since the pensive strains thou once didst hear Of him, the bard sublime of Arun's stream, Will aught beside delight thy nicer ear? Me wilt thou give to praise thy shadowy gleam, Thy fragrant breath, and dying murmurs dear; The mists, that o'er thee from thy valleys steam, And elfin shapes that round thy car appear; The music that attends thy state; the bell Of distant fold; the gently warbling wind And watch-dog's hollow voice from cottaged dell? For these to purest pleasure wake the mind; Lull each tumultuous passion to its cell; And leave soft, soothing images behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSE'S SONG, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE TO MY BOOKSELLER by BEN JONSON ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 110 by PHILIP SIDNEY CHRISTMAS EPITHALAMIUM by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM A LULLABY by THOMALLY HOLBECH ANDERSON TO A. E. HOUSMAN by MARGARET ASH |