Classic Poem

Calm Twilight! in thy mild and stilly time,
When Summer flowers their perfume shed around,
And nought save the deep, solitary sound
Of some far bell is heard with solemn chime,
Tolling for Vespers, or the evening bird—
Sending low music through the shady grove
Sweet as the gentle breathings of first love—
While not a leaf by Zephyr's breath is stirred:
As the faint crimson lingers on the wave,
Fond thoughts of those beloved and nearest come,
And memory's dews with gentle freshness lave
Joys that once blossomed in the bower of home.
Oh, that my last day-beam of Life would shine
As purely beautiful, calm hour, as thine!