Soft o'er the mountain's purple brow Meek Twilight draws her shadows gray; From tufted woods, and vallies low, Light's magic colours steal away. Yet still, amid the spreading gloom, Resplendent glow the western waves That roll o'er Neptune's coral caves, A zone of light on Ev'ning's dome. On this lone summit let me rest, And view the forms to Fancy dear, Till on the Ocean's darken'd breast The stars of Ev'ning tremble clear; Or the moon's pale orb appear, Throwing her line of radiance wide, Far o'er the lightly-curling tide, That seems the yellow sands to chide. No sounds o'er silence now prevail, Save of the dying wave below, Or sailor's song borne on the gale, Or oar at distance striking slow. So sweet! so tranquil! may my ev'ning ray Set to this world—and rise in future day! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL WHEN MY SHIP COMES IN by ROBERT JONES BURDETTE FROST AT MIDNIGHT by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE HOW'S MY BOY? by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL MUSKETAQUID by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE FLIGHT OF THE GODDESS by CELIA THAXTER |