PALE beryl sky, with clouds Hued like dove's wing, O'ershadowing The dying day, And whose edge half enshrouds The first fair evening star, Most crystalline by far Of all the stars that night enring, Half human in its ray, -- What blessed, soothing sense of calm Comes with this twilight, -- sovereign balm That takes at last the bitter sting Of day's keen pain away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH THE DEAD HEROES by ISAAC ROSENBERG HYMN ON SOLITUDE by JAMES THOMSON (1700-1748) THE COTTON BOLL by HENRY TIMROD THE MODERN JUDAS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE TO MISS LOGAN, WITH BEATTIE'S POEMS by ROBERT BURNS |