Nightly the dews of heaven spill Enchantment over tree and hill, To charm the rose, to fill the air With fragrant pleasures everywhere. Now that the evening chimes are rung, Now that the evening prayers are sung, O love, thy heart, thy flower cup Hold, that the Lord may fill it up! Even as dews that lightly fall His love lies brooding over all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MAN HE KILLED by THOMAS HARDY WITH A NANTUCKET SHELL by CHARLES HENRY WEBB PRAYER FOR A BOY WITH A KITE by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH BY WAY OF EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN GREENES FUNERALLS: SONNET 9 by RICHARD BARNFIELD |