DELIGHTFUL 'tis, and soothing sweet, at eve, When sunlight like a dream hath passed away O'er Pentland's far-off peaks, and shades of grey Around the landscape enviously weave,— To saunter o'er this high walk canopied With scented hawthorn, while the trellised bowers Are rich with rose and honeysuckle flowers, And gaze o'er plains and woods outstretching wide Till bounded by the Morphoot's heights of blue, That range along the low south-west afar; And thee, translucent Esk, with face of blue; While, as enamoured, evening's first fair star Looks on thy pool its loveliness to view. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO SLEEP, WHEN SICK OF A FEVER by PHILIP AYRES THE CHILD AN' THE MOWERS by WILLIAM BARNES TO LOVE IS TO BE BORN ANEW by MARION LOUISE BLISS A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 37 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE RANGE by BARCROFT HENRY BOAKE |