Poems (Nealds)/Fragment
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FRAGMENT.
Calm is the air—the chaste moon sailsIn cloudless majesty alongThe blue expanse of heaven,Silvering with her modest beamsThe sleeping landscape—nought is heardBut the soft murmur of the rivulet,Meandering o'er its pebbly bed;And now and then lone PhilomelaPours her plaintive tale of sorrowOn the dull ear of midnight.Light wing'd zephyr, as he passesThrough yonder thick embowered grove,Bestows on ev'ry trembling leaf A gentle kiss—I leave my sleepless couch,And wander forth to view the beautiesOf the night, uninterrupted;Reclined upon the green and daisied turf,Pleas'd I survey the lovely scene before me.A soft delight steals o'er my charmed senses,And soothes my bosom into peace.By the mild influence of surroundingLoveliness each wayward wish is hush'd,And my so lately ruffled breastIs calm as yonder rippling streamlet.