LONE spirit of the silent shade, Inspiring Solitude, to meet Thy smile, along the moonlight glade, I'll turn my weary, wandering feet. No sprightly note on Echo calls, Nor gleams the west on golden streak; One fading leaf of Autumn falls To strew the path I often seek. Come, pensive spirit, come and bind My bosom with thy garland's dun; Come, cast thy gloom athwart my mind, And guide me where yon brooklets run. There, in the gloom of twilight's lay, I'll woo thee to some sylvan bower; And, as the fitful breezes play, I'll watch thy pensive, fading flower. Oft, as the silent evening sighs, And nature tir'd, is hush'd to sleep, Thou point'st to me yon starry skies, Where man shall smile, no more to weep. Still guide me to that heav'nly road, Where yon cerulean vapours twine; Which leads to truth, which leads to God, And peace, and joy, and Heav'n be mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A PATCH OF OLD SNOW by ROBERT FROST THE TRAVELLER AT THE SOURCE OF THE NILE by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE OLD OAKEN BUCKET by SAMUEL WOODWORTH PSALM 114 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE HOURS OF RECREATION by LEVI BISHOP SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT LEE PRIORY, AUGUST 10, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES |