NOW sunk in western cadence low, The lurid sun with gentler glow; And dusky shadows soft and slow, Steal on in dread solemnity. He looks the parting clouds between, And tips the hills with golden beam; Salutes the meadow's feeble stream, That winds along so tranquilly. With silv'ry banner, now unfurl'd, The moon, by myriad stars empearl'd, To light and cheer a weary world, Rolls on in splendid majesty. How sweet to muse upon the hill, And listen to the murm'ring rill, When hoarser sounds are hush'd and still, And all is soft serenity. How sweet to view the vault of heav'n, Chequer'd with countless stars at even; -- 'Tis where we may, our sins forgiv'n, Soar to an Immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR WALT WHITMAN by DAVID IGNATOW SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: HENRY PHIPPS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ON PARTING by GEORGE GORDON BYRON NICHOLAS NYE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE NEGRO SPEAKS OF RIVERS by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES |