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In rich confusion. Now the air is fill'd With thousand odours, sigh'd by blossoms bent In closing beauty, where the dew distill'd From Evening's airy urns their purple lips has chill'd.
Twilight has come in saffron mists embower'd, For the broad sun on the Atlantic surge, Now sparkling in the fiery flashes shower'd From his swift wheels-the forest vapours urge Their solemn wings above-white stars emerge From the dark east, like spires of mountain snows Touch'd by the light upon th' horizon's verge; Just rising from her sleep, the young Moon shows, Supine upon the clouds, her cheeks suffused with rose.
This is the loveliest hour of all that Day Calls upwards through its kingdom of the air.The sights and sounds of earth have died away; Above, the clouds are roll'd against the glare Of the red west-high volumed waves, that war Against a diamond promontory's side, Crested with one sweet, solitary star, That like a watch-fire trembles o'er the tide, Bright'ning with every shade that on its surge doth ride.
THE WINTER ROSE.
HAIL, and farewell, thou lovely guest,
It was but now thy radiant smile
And traced on every silken leaf
The morning sun thy petals hail'd
Alas! on thy forsaken stem
My heart shall long recline, And mourn the transitory gem,
And make the story mine;"
Like thee, the vision came and went,
So frail its form, so short its stay,
ON THE STARRY FIRMAMENT.
I GAZE upon yon orbs of light
The countless stars that gem the sky; Each in its sphere serenely bright,
Wheeling its course-how silently! While in the mantle of the night
Earth, and its cares and troubles lie.
Temple of light and loveliness,
Nature hath framed to rise to thee,
This prison of mortality?
What madness from the path of right
For ever leads our steps astray,
We turn from this divine array,
Awake, ye mortals! raise your eyes
And see how poor this world appears,
With all its hopes and all its fears. Who can look forth upon this blaze
Of heavenly lamps, so brightly shining Through the unbounded void of space
A hand unseen their course assigningAll moving with unequal pace,
Yet in harmonious concord joining : Who sees the silver chariot move
Of the bright moon; and, gliding slow, The star whose influence from above
Sheds knowledge on the world below; And the resplendent Queen of Love
All bright and beautifully glow:
Or, where the angry God of War
Rolls fiercely on his bloody way, And near the mild majestic star
That o'er the gods of old held sway; That beams his radiance from afar,
And calms the heavens beneath his ray:
Where Saturn shows his distant beam,
Of glory and of radiance pour:
Who that hath seen these splendours roll,
Spurning its pleasures poor and mean,
THE lark has sung his carol in the sky;
A few short years, and then these sounds shall hail
And soon again shall music swell the breeze;
Vestures of nuptial white; and hymns be sung, And violets scatter'd round; and old and young, In every cottage-porch, with garlands green, Stand still to gaze; and, gazing, bless the scene; While, her dark eyes declining, by his side Moves in her virgin-veil the gentle bride.
And once, alas! not in a distant hour,
FRIEND of the pensive wand'rer, Twilight, hail!
For then, what various objects, dimly seen,
And urge Fear's hurried step.
Lo! thine attendant, the low-sailing bat,
To hail thee, pours her strain.
I love thy simple garb: no brilliant stars
Save when she reigns in storms.