SWEET evening hour ! thy gale is balm, And fragrant are thy pearly dews; Thine is the mild and genial calm, Beloved by zephyr and the muse. With fading smile the rosy day, Now lingers in the radiant west; The breezes o'er the water play, The summer waves are lulled to rest. I love to mark the glowing sides, Reflected in the glassy deep; To watch the star of evening rise, When all the ocean seems to sleep. But see ! the twilight mantle gray, O'er all the fading view is spread; The glowing skies are passed away, The bright and purple clouds are fled. While memory loves unseen to mourn, Alone to shed the sacred tear; Still to the muse thy blest return, Oh! pensive twilight, shall be dear. Now let me pour the soothing lay, And hear the waves that murmuring glide; And wander till the moonlight ray, Serenely trembles on the tide. Come, gentle Fancy, rove with me, At this thy favourite shadowy hour; Awake soft music, from the sea, And call the fairies by thy power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG MYSTIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE TEST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE FOUNDERS OF OHIO by WILLIAM HENRY VENABLE BROWN OF OSSAWATOMIE [DECEMBER 2, 1859] by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |