Meek twilight! haste to shroud the solar ray, And bring the hour my pensive spirit loves; When o'er the hill is shed a paler day, That gives to stillness, and to night, the groves. Ah, let the gay, the roseate morning hail, When in the various blooms of light array'd, She bids fresh beauty live along the vale, And rapture tremble in the vocal shade: Sweet is the lucid morning's opening flower, Her choral melodies benignly rise: Yet dearer to my soul the shadowy hour, At which her blossoms close, her music dies: For then mild Nature, while she droops her head, Wakes the soft tear't is luxury to shed. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CONTRACT by EMILY DICKINSON GOLIATH AND DAVID by ROBERT RANKE GRAVES BALLAD: TIME OF ROSES by THOMAS HOOD THE ORCHARD PIT by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE FAMILY MAN by JOHN GODFREY SAXE THE LADY OF SHALOTT by ALFRED TENNYSON RUMORS FROM AN AEOLIAN HARP by HENRY DAVID THOREAU |