Lying awake at holy eventide, While in clear mournfulness the throstle's hymn Hushes the night, and the great west, grown dim, Laments the sunset's evanescent pride: Lo! I behold an orb of silver brightly Grow from the fringe of sunset, like a dream From Thought's severe infinitude, and nightly Show forth God's glory in its sacred gleam. Ah, Hesper! maidenliest star that ere Twinkled in firmament! cool gloaming's prime Cheerer, whose fairness maketh wondrous fair Old pastoral, and the Spenserian rhyme: -- Thy soft seduction doth my soul enthral Like music, with a dying, dying fall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPRING QUIET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI RECESS by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL TORRISMOND; AN UNFINISHED DRAMA by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES ISAIAH: FIFTY-SECOND CHAPTER by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON THE LOSS OF A PIOUS FRIEND by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD MY CHASTE MISTRESS by GOTTFRIED AUGUST BURGER VISTAS OF LABOR: 1. THE STEAMSHIP STOKER by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |