Classic Poem

Day's sinking fount now pours a milder flood
And burnishes with deeper gold the green:
A lucid autumn paints the summer wood;
And the pleas'd eye smiles on the saffron scene.
The long-grown shades announce advancing night;
With faintest breath the languid zephyr blows;
Th' unruffled trees sleep in the yellow light;
And all surrounding things instil repose.
Calm Evening's tranquil pupil, let me stray;
From hectic care, from sultry anger free;
All cool my bosom as abated day;
Nor clouded, Conscience, by a frown from thee!
At this still hour, oft let me rove serene,
And catch the temper of the placid scene.