SWEET Eve, of softest voice and gentlest beam, Say, since the pensive strains thou once didst hear Of him, the bard sublime of Arun's stream, Will aught beside delight thy nicer ear? Me wilt thou give to praise thy shadowy gleam, Thy fragrant breath, and dying murmurs dear; The mists, that o'er thee from thy valleys steam, And elfin shapes that round thy car appear; The music that attends thy state; the bell Of distant fold; the gently warbling wind And watch-dog's hollow voice from cottaged dell? For these to purest pleasure wake the mind; Lull each tumultuous passion to its cell; And leave soft, soothing images behind. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY BIRD by EMILY CHUBBUCK JUDSON THE EMPTY BOTTLE by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PSALM 104, SELECTION by RICHARD BLACKMORE ON LORD GALLOWAY by ROBERT BURNS SONNET: 186 by LUIS DE CAMOENS THE MEASURE OF TIME by ALICE CARY TO A FRIEND, TOGETHER WITH AN UNFINISHED POEM by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |