The evening shines in May's luxuriant pride, And all the sunny hills at distance glow, And all the brooks, that thro' the valley flow, Seem liquid gold.—O! had my fate denied Leisure, and power to taste the sweets that glide Thro' waken'd minds, as the soft seasons go On their still varying progress, for the woe My heart has felt, what balm had been supplied? But where great NATURE smiles, as @3here@1 she smiles, 'Mid verdant vales, and gently swelling hills, And glassy lakes, and mazy, murmuring rills, And narrow wood-wild lanes, her spell beguiles Th'impatient sighs of Grief, and reconciles Poetic Minds to Life, with all her ills. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: LILLI ALM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AT FREDERICKSBURG [DECEMBER 13, 1862] by JOHN BOYLE O'REILLY AMORETTI: 19 by EDMUND SPENSER GRACE AND STRENGTH by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH DEATH AND THE MONK by ARTHUR E. BAKER SAME COTTAGE - BUT ANOTHER SONG, OF ANOTHER SEASON by HENRY MAXIMILIAN BEERBOHM THE SERAPHIM by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |