TO MY SISTER When evening spreads her shades around, And darkness fills the arch of heaven; When not a murmur, not a sound To Fancy's sportive ear is given; When the broad orb of heaven is bright, And looks around with golden eye; When Nature, softened by her light, Seems calmly, solemnly to lie; Then, when our thoughts are raised above This world, and all this world can give; Oh, sister, sing the song I love, And tears of gratitude receive. The song which thrills my bosom's core, And hovering, trembles, half afraid; O sister, sing the song once more Which ne'er for mortal ear was made. 'T were almost sacrilege to sing Those notes amid the glare of day; Notes borne by angels' purest wing, And wafted by their breath away. When sleeping in my grass-grown bed, Should'st thou still linger here above, Wilt thou not kneel beside my head, And, sister, sing the song I love?. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY OF DANIEL WEBSTER by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY CHRISTMAS IN 1875 by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THREE LOVES by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES THE VOYAGEUR by WILLIAM HENRY DRUMMOND |