As one each evening with a new surprise, Spieth sweet Hesper, from the fading West Filling with light,—largest and loveliest In the returning hosts that throng the skies, What time the twilight-gates of Paradise, Awhile ajar, reveal the realms of Rest— Canaan unreached—whose vision makes us blest With sacred sadness, till our tears uprise;— So, ever smitten with a new delight, We turn to thee,—Hesper of Poesy,— Subdued effulgence,—depth of perfect light, Drawn from rare twilights upon sky and sea; From dim-lit lowlands, sombre solitudes, Autumnal splendors of the waning woods. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE YOUNG BULLFROGS by CARL SANDBURG PLAINT OF THE DISGUSTED BRITON IN THE STATES by GEORGE SANTAYANA |