Peace, be at peace, O thou my heaviness, Thou calledst for the evening, lo! 'tis here, The City wears a somber atmosphere That brings repose to some, to some distress. Now while the heedless throng make haste to press Where pleasure drives them, ruthless charioteer, To pluck the fruits of sick remorse and fear, Come thou with me, and leave their fretfulness. See how they hang from heaven's high balconies, The old lost years in faded garments dressed, And see Regret with faintly smiling mouth; And while the dying sun sinks in the west, Hear how, far off, Night walks with velvet tread, And her long robe trails all about the south. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM SONNET FROM JAPAN: 1. THE SPELL by ADELAIDE NICHOLS BAKER PENTRIDGE BY THE RIVER by WILLIAM BARNES THE FRENCH REVOLUTION by WILLIAM BLAKE THE NICEST STORY by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN ARISTOPHANES' APOLOGY; BEING THE LAST ADVENTURE OF BALAUSTION: PART 3 by ROBERT BROWNING |