How sweet the hour when daylight blends With the pensive shadows on evening's breast; And dear to the heart is the pleasure it lends, 'T is like the departure of saints to their rest. Oh, 't is sweet, Saranac, on thy loved banks to stray, To watch the ]ast day-beam dance light on thy wave, To mark the white skiff as it skims o'er the bay, Or heedlessly bounds o'er the warrior's grave. Oh, 't is sweet to a heart unentangled and light, When with hope's brilliant prospects the fancy is blest, To pause 'mid its day-dreams so witchingly bright, And mark the last sunbeams, while sinking to rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A FANCY FROM FONTENELLE by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE MARTYR; INDICATIVE OF PASSION OF PEOPLES APRIL 15, 1865 by HERMAN MELVILLE ARIEL'S SONG (1) [OR, DIRGE] [OR, A SEA DIRGE]. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE DOROTHY IN THE GARRET by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE FALSE FRIEND by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM THE STORM by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |