Meek twilight! haste to shroud the solar ray, And bring the hour my pensive spirit loves; When o'er the hill is shed a paler day, That gives to stillness, and to night, the groves. Ah, let the gay, the roseate morning hail, When in the various blooms of light array'd, She bids fresh beauty live along the vale, And rapture tremble in the vocal shade: Sweet is the lucid morning's opening flower, Her choral melodies benignly rise: Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour, At which her blossoms close, her music dies: For then mild Nature, while she droops her head, Wakes the soft tear't is luxury to shed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ONE OF THE LEAST OF THESE, MY LITTLE ONE' by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE LOVER COMFORTETH HIMSELF WITH THE WORTHINESS OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY IMPROVEMENT IN THE FORTIES by THOMAS BARNARD |