MILD arch of promise! on the evening sky Thou shinest fair, with many a lovely ray, Each in the other melting. Much mine eye Delights to linger on thee; for the day, Changeful and many-weathered, seemed to smile, Flashing brief splendour through its clouds awhile, Which deepened dark anon, and fell in rain: But pleasant it is now to pause, and view Thy various tints of frail and watery hue, And think the storm shall not return again. Such is the smile that piety bestows On the good man's pale cheek, when he, in peace, Departing gently from a world of woes, Anticipates the realm where sorrows cease. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GARDEN FANCIES: 2. SIBRANDUS SCHAFNABURGENSIS by ROBERT BROWNING EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: COMMON FORM by RUDYARD KIPLING MISPLACED SYMPATHY by CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS ACROSS THE SEA by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM ON COMMISSARY GOLDIE'S BRAINS by ROBERT BURNS A STORY AT DUSK by ADA CAMBRIDGE |