How sweet the hour when daylight blends With the pensive shadows on evening's breast; And dear to the heart is the pleasure it lends, 'T is like the departure of saints to their rest. Oh, 't is sweet, Saranac, on thy loved banks to stray, To watch the ]ast day-beam dance light on thy wave, To mark the white skiff as it skims o'er the bay, Or heedlessly bounds o'er the warrior's grave. Oh, 't is sweet to a heart unentangled and light, When with hope's brilliant prospects the fancy is blest, To pause 'mid its day-dreams so witchingly bright, And mark the last sunbeams, while sinking to rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLADE OF DEAD FRIENDS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 9 by THOMAS CAMPION KEEP A-PLUGGING AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE STIRRUP-CUP by JOHN MILTON HAY TO THE BOY by ELIZABETH CLEMENTINE DODGE KINNEY EUROPE; THE 72ND AND 73RD YEARS OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN HE WISHES FOR THE CLOTHS OF HEAVEN by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |