O SOFT last hour of evening, when the gold Dapples the meadows, and the timorous breeze Toys with the lindens, where the drowsy bees Murmur; and clouds than Love's own bosom roll'd More whitely, sleek'd for Hesper's roses, fold The couch whence Dawn arose; and Titan trees Brood o'er their shadows, and athwart the leas Glide phantom forms of love romances told: O evening, gracious, virginal! I gaze Into thy tender eyes, and no more pine, But gather hope by that bright look of thine That Love, who gave thy grace to close our days, Shall of His bounty grant more grace to shine On bournes unknown, and far untravelled ways. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOST ILLUSIONS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 4. DIFFERENCE OF OPINION WITH LYGDAMUS by EZRA POUND |