OH! soothing hour, when glowing day, Low in the western wave declines, And village murmurs die away, And bright the vesper planet shines; I love to hear the gale of Even Breathing along the new-leaf'd copse, And feel the freshening dew of Heaven, Fall silently in limpid drops. For, like a friend's consoling sighs, That breeze of night to me appears; And, as soft dew from Pity's eyes, Descend those pure celestial tears. Alas! for those who long have borne, Like me, a heart by sorrow riven, Who, but the plaintive winds, will mourn, What tears will fall, but those of Heaven? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 148 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE SEVEN AGAINST THEBES: NEWS OF WAR by AESCHYLUS THE ARGONAUTS (ARGONATUICA): MEDEA'S PARTING WORDS by APOLLONIUS RHODIUS EAST AND WEST by MATTHEW ARNOLD YELLOW WARBLERS by KATHARINE LEE BATES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 67. THE THREE AGES OF WOMAN: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |