TO MY SISTER When evening spreads her shades around, And darkness fills the arch of heaven; When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancy's sportive ear is given; When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye; When Nature, softened by her light, Seems calmly, solemnly to lie; Then, when our thoughts are raised above This world, and all this world can give; Oh, sister, sing the song I love, And tears of gratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosom's core, And hovering, trembles, half afraid; O sister, sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day; Notes borne by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st thou still linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love?. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PSALM 104: THE MAJESTY AND MERCY OF GOD by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE THE FRIEND OF HUMANITY AND THE KNIFE-GRINDER by GEORGE CANNING WALDEINSAMKEIT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE BELEAGUERED CITY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW BINGEN ON THE RHINE by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON FOR MY OWN TOMBSTONE by MATTHEW PRIOR |