Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SUNSET, by HORACE SMITH Poet's Biography First Line: Tis sweet to sit beneath these walnut-trees Last Line: Homage for which all language is too weak. Alternate Author Name(s): Smith, Horatio Subject(s): Evening; Hearts; Soul; Sunset; Twilight | ||||||||
'TIS sweet to sit beneath these walnut-trees, And pore upon the sun in splendour sinking, And think upon the wond'rous mysteries Of this so lovely world, until, with thinking, Thought is bewildered, and the spirit, shrinking Into itself no outward object sees, Still, from its inward fount, new visions drinking, Till the sense swims in dreamy reveries. Awaking from this trance, with gentle start, 'Tis sweeter still to feel the o'erflowing heart Shoot its glad gushes to the thrilling cheek; To feel as if the yearning soul would dart Upwards to God, and by its flutters speak Homage for which all language is too weak. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE ADDRESS TO THE MUMMY AT BELZONI'S EXHIBITION by HORACE SMITH |
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