THERE is a dear delightful hour, Enchanting, soothing in its pow'r, 'Tis when the fervid sun Has shed his fading, ling'ring rays, And when the twilight soft betrays, That day his course has run. 'Tis when the moon, far o'er the main, Sheds on the hill and smiling plain, Her pure, yet borrow'd beams; When some pale lover, wand'ring far, Beholds the bright Hesperian star, In fancy's golden dreams. 'Tis when the rais'd romantick mind, To friendship, peace, and heav'n resign'd, Loves dearly to repair To some sequester'd, fragrant grove, There wrapt in "by past times" to rove, Releas'd from studious care. 'Tis when the heavenly orbs serene, Divinely blend each rural scene, Of meadows, hills, and dales; When by their mild and tranquil light, From perfum'd groves the birds of night Descant their tender tales. 'Tis when the sentient, wounded heart, Pierced by slander's keenest dart, Press'd with unnumber'd woes, Flies from the "busy hum" of day, In solitary walks to stray, And seek a soft repose. Dearly I love thy tranquil pow'r, No noon tide sun, no morning hour Can with thy charms compare; For e'en when sorrow swells my breast, Thine hour can soothe my soul to rest, And soften fell despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 3. BY HER AUNT'S GRAVE by THOMAS HARDY A SUN-DAY HYMN [OR LAMENT] by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES SONG OF THE CHATTAHOOCHEE by SIDNEY LANIER TO MY BOOKS by CAROLINE ELIZABETH SARAH SHERIDAN NORTON ON LOOKING INTO GOLDING'S OVID by STEVE SCAFIDI JR. THE SONG OF THE DIAL by PETER AIREY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 26. AL-MUZIL by EDWIN ARNOLD |