TWILIGHT! sweet hour of peace, Now art thou stealing on; Cease from thy tumult, thought! and fancy, cease! Day and its cares have gone! Mysterious hour, Thy magic power Steals o'er my heart like music's softest tone. The golden sunset hues Are fading in the west; The gorgeous clouds their brighter radiance lose, Folded on evening's breast. So doth each wayward thought, From fancy's altar caught, Fade like thy tints, and muse itself to rest. Cold must that bosom be Which never felt thy power, Which never thrill'd with tender melody At this bewitching hour; When nature's gentle art Enchains the pensive heart; When the breeze sinks to rest, and shuts the fragrant flower. Wearied with care, how sweet to hail Thy shadowy, calm repose, When all is silent but the whispering gale Which greets the sleeping rose; When, as thy shadows blend, The trembling thoughts ascend, And borne aloft, the gates of heaven unclose. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DAY DREAM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HOW WE BEAT THE FAVOURITE by ADAM LINDSAY GORDON EPITAPH ON THE TOMB OF SIR EDWARD GILES AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT HERRICK GRENADIER by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN ACCIDENT IN ART by RICHARD HOVEY TO AN ISLE IN THE WATER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |