Ode

The busy scenes of day are now withdrawn,
And evening darkens all the lawn.
Soft thoughts and solemn musings blest
That touch the Muse-enraptur'd bosom best,
When dusky evening spreads
Her mantle o'er the vales and mountains heads,
O! come, ye well repay
The parting of the busy day.
The nightingale that from the sun retires,
Whose song and fancy in its flight
Is marr'd by day's too curious light,
The evening hour admires:
Took with the tuneful mood
Then most with warblings wild she charms the wood.
Translation: 
Language: 
Rate this poem: 

Reviews

No reviews yet.