IT is the solemn even-time, And the holy organ's pealing: And the vesper chime, oh! the vesper chime! O'er the clear blue wave is stealing. It is the solemn mingled swell Of the monks in chorus singing: And the vesper bell, oh! the vesper bell! To the gale is its soft note flinging. 'T is the sound of the voices sweeping along, Like the wind thro' a grove of larches: And the vesper song, oh! the vesper song! Echoes sad thro' the cloister'd arches. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WHITE RABBIT by KAREN SWENSON EVENING by GEORGE WASHINGTON DOANE THE LADDER OF SAINT AUGUSTINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW STEAMBOATS, VIADUCTS, AND RAILWAYS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH NIGHT BY THE RIVER by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II IF I AM SITTING CLOSE TO YOU by JESSIE DOWNS BELKNAP THE CHELSEA PENSIONERS by SUSANNA BLAMIRE OCTOBER XXIX, 1795 (KEATS' BIRTHDAY) by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE |