NOW is the hour when, trembling to and fro, All flowers like censers waft their odours sweet, And scents in evening air, and music meet A solemn waltz, a languorous vertigo. All flowers like censers waft their odours sweet, The viol shudders as a heart in woe, A solemn waltz, a languorous vertigo, The heavens stretch fair and sad like some great sheet. The viol shudders as a heart in woe, Kind heart that hates black nothingness to meet, The heavens stretch fair and sad like some great sheet, The sun sinks, drowning, in his sanguine glow. Kind heart that hates black nothingness to meet, On the bright past doth pensive love bestow; The sun sinks, drowning, in his sanguine glow; Thy memory, hallowed shrine, my soul does greet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE RETURNED GIRLS by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THE CAMELOPARD by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE WHEEL OF BEING II by HAYDEN CARRUTH A PECK OF GOLD by ROBERT FROST I'M GOING BACK TO SOMETHING by DAVID IGNATOW IMPELLED by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE RIVALS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE GOLDEN WEDDING OF STERLING AND SARAH LANIER by SIDNEY LANIER |