Lying awake at holy eventide, While in clear mournfulness the throstle's hymn Hushes the night, and the great west, grown dim, Laments the sunset's evanescent pride: Lo! I behold an orb of silver brightly Grow from the fringe of sunset, like a dream From Thought's severe infinitude, and nightly Show forth God's glory in its sacred gleam. Ah, Hesper! maidenliest star that ere Twinkled in firmament! cool gloaming's prime Cheerer, whose fairness maketh wondrous fair Old pastoral, and the Spenserian rhyme: -- Thy soft seduction doth my soul enthral Like music, with a dying, dying fall! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHE WALKS IN BEAUTY by GEORGE GORDON BYRON TWO OF A TRADE by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD EARLY RISING by JOHN GODFREY SAXE COLUMBUS [AUGUST 3, 1492] by JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER EARLY DEATH AND FAME by MATTHEW ARNOLD COMMENDATORY VERSE FOR THE FAERIE QUEENE by H. B. |