A SOLEMN, tender melancholy— A soft emotion, sweet and holy; A sense of stillness and repose. O'er my worn heart and spirit flows. I feel the breathing calm that lies On earth, and sea, and sleeping skies, Upon the yellow, voiceless woods, Where fading Nature mournful broods; The stubble field, brown, silent, bare— Not even a gleaner wandering there, I seem by the death-couch to stand Of some grey Father of the land, Whose fading hue and failing breath, And voiceless lips, give sign of death. And hark! 'mid twilight shadows dim, The robin chaunts his funeral hymn. Now, o'er the landscape slowing sailing— Robes of mist around her trailing— Comes the Night, bright, mild, and gracious; Through the blue ethereal spacious, Walks the full-orbed moon in splendour— Chaste, serene, and meekly tender. Dost thou gaze—Heaven's fairest daughter— On western fields of cruel slaughter; Fall thy beams, with weeping grace, On many a pale and gory face, In purple pools of blood reflected— Whence peace and mercy fly rejected? Dost thou, beauteous orb benign, On the patriot captive shine, And on that more than regal head Thy gentle, soothing influence shed? And while on prison couch he lies, Tracing thy course through midnight skies, Oh! whisper in his wakeful ear With spirit voice soft words of cheer— And say that Liberty divine Shall call him yet to guard her shrine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A FAIR BEGGAR by PHILIP AYRES LYING IN THE GRASS by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE SONG OF SHERWOOD by ALFRED NOYES AT THE SEASIDE by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON CHELSEA by LILLIAN M. (PETTES) AINSWORTH THEN AND NOW by JEAN JACQUES ANTOINE AMPERE |