EVENING comes on: arising from the stream, Homeward the tall flamingo wings his flight; And where he sails athwart the setting beam, His scarlet plumage glows with deeper light. The watchman, at the wish'd approach of night, Gladly forsakes the field, where he all day, To scare the winged plunderers from their prey, With shout and sling, on yonder clay-built height, Hath borne the sultry ray. Hark! at the Golden Palaces, The Bramin strikes the hour. For leagues and leagues around, the brazen sound Rolls through the stillness of departing day, Like thunder far away. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: SAILORS' [OR MARINERS'] SONG by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SOLILOQUY OF THE SPANISH CLOISTER by ROBERT BROWNING SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 105 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EMIGRATION by LISA DOMINGUEZ ABRAHAM PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 14. AL-MUZAWWIR by EDWIN ARNOLD THE OLD SCOTTISH CAVALIER by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN THE TULIP AND THE LILY, SELECTION by JAMES BARCLAY TO MARY; OCCASIONED BY HER HAVING ENGRAVED ON A SEAL 'FORGET ME NOT' by BERNARD BARTON VERSES TO HER WHO IS JUSTLY ENTITLED TO THEM by BERNARD BARTON |