THERE is a dear delightful hour, Enchanting, soothing in its pow'r, 'Tis when the fervid sun Has shed his fading, ling'ring rays, And when the twilight soft betrays, That day his course has run. 'Tis when the moon, far o'er the main, Sheds on the hill and smiling plain, Her pure, yet borrow'd beams; When some pale lover, wand'ring far, Beholds the bright Hesperian star, In fancy's golden dreams. 'Tis when the rais'd romantick mind, To friendship, peace, and heav'n resign'd, Loves dearly to repair To some sequester'd, fragrant grove, There wrapt in "by past times" to rove, Releas'd from studious care. 'Tis when the heavenly orbs serene, Divinely blend each rural scene, Of meadows, hills, and dales; When by their mild and tranquil light, From perfum'd groves the birds of night Descant their tender tales. 'Tis when the sentient, wounded heart, Pierced by slander's keenest dart, Press'd with unnumber'd woes, Flies from the "busy hum" of day, In solitary walks to stray, And seek a soft repose. Dearly I love thy tranquil pow'r, No noon tide sun, no morning hour Can with thy charms compare; For e'en when sorrow swells my breast, Thine hour can soothe my soul to rest, And soften fell despair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMORABILIA by ROBERT BROWNING BRONX, 1818 by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE TO CORINTH by WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR AGAINST QUARRELLING AND FIGHTING by ISAAC WATTS WRESTLING JACOB by CHARLES WESLEY MOUNTAIN PICTURES: 2. MONADNOCK FROM WACHUSETT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER |