WHEN run his circuit long and bright, The sun his ardour doth arrest; And plunging down conceals his light In the dark purple of the West. The earth no more is scorched with heat, With bloom and verdure overpowers; And evening, with its rosy feet, Advances, leading back the flowers. Beneath the shades that darker grow, The hills in vaguer form you view; The light that sheds a fainter glow Tinges with brown the heaven's blue. Come, wished-for Moon, no longer hide; Ascend the heavens, pale and lone; The peaceful evening hours guide Around thy solemn, silent throne. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CLOTE (WATER-LILY) by WILLIAM BARNES SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 39 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING LAY OF THE TRILOBITE by MAY EMMA GOLDWORTH KENDALL TURN O LIBERTAD by WALT WHITMAN A DEDICATION TO ATHENE by AULUS LICINIUS ARCHIAS |