There is a spirit comes to me Each day at evening time, When shadows gather on the sea, And sounds the vesper chime. Then sweetly on my troubled mind It pours a soothing balm Then flies my sorrow, and I find My soul is glad and calm. Then good and happy thoughts arise While sinks my load of care, And I behold the loving eyes Of spirits pure and fair. Such as in former days I knew And in a dearer land, Ere sorrow o'er my spirit threw The shadow of its hand. And oft I hear the whispering Of voices in my ear, And often, too, I hear them sing A song none else may hear. Still, gentle spirit, come to me Each day at evening time, When shadows gather on the sea, And sounds the vesper chime. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DARK ROSALEEN by TOMAS COSTELLO WOODNOTES: 2 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE TEMERAIRE by HERMAN MELVILLE SONNET: 33 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SONG OF WANDERING AENGUS by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI HOURS OF RECREATION by LEVI BISHOP MAXIMS FOR THE OLD HOUSE: THE HEARTH by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH |