TO EVENING.
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⟨As⟩ oft he rises 'midst the twilight path,
⟨Against⟩ the pilgrim borne in heedless hum:
Now teach me, maid composed, 15
To breathe some soften'd strain,
⟨Against⟩ the pilgrim borne in heedless hum:
Now teach me, maid composed, 15
To breathe some soften'd strain,
⟨Whose⟩ numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale,
⟨May⟩ not unseemly with its stillness suit;
As, musing slow, I hail
Thy genial loved return! 20
⟨May⟩ not unseemly with its stillness suit;
As, musing slow, I hail
Thy genial loved return! 20
⟨For⟩ when thy folding-star arising shows
⟨His⟩ paly circlet, at his warning lamp
The fragrant Hours, and Elves
Who slept in buds the day,[1]
⟨His⟩ paly circlet, at his warning lamp
The fragrant Hours, and Elves
Who slept in buds the day,[1]
⟨And⟩ many a Nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge, 25
⟨And⟩ sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still,
The pensive Pleasures sweet,
Prepare thy shadowy car.
⟨And⟩ sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still,
The pensive Pleasures sweet,
Prepare thy shadowy car.
Variations.
