Poems (Sharpless)/Reconciliation
For works with similar titles, see Reconciliation.
RECONCILIATION
What wondrous spell is over the night!
No stars shine forth thro' the murky air,
Yet my heart throbs high, and all earth looks bright;—
I discover a glory everywhere.
The sombre clouds are tinted for me
With a beauty no one else can see;
Each sound that reaches my eager ear
Bears a music that I alone can hear.
No stars shine forth thro' the murky air,
Yet my heart throbs high, and all earth looks bright;—
I discover a glory everywhere.
The sombre clouds are tinted for me
With a beauty no one else can see;
Each sound that reaches my eager ear
Bears a music that I alone can hear.
What witching spell hath come over the night!
To stir my soul with so deep a bliss;
No summer eve with its glowing light
And western breeze, was e'er fair as this.
The rain-drops seem kisses the wind blows free
As it whispers a thousand dear thoughts to me:
My blood runs warm, and my heart throbs high,
Was never a maiden so happy as I.—
To stir my soul with so deep a bliss;
No summer eve with its glowing light
And western breeze, was e'er fair as this.
The rain-drops seem kisses the wind blows free
As it whispers a thousand dear thoughts to me:
My blood runs warm, and my heart throbs high,
Was never a maiden so happy as I.—
Two hours ago, when I stood just here,
How lonely and cold was the wintry scene;
I shrank from the chilling evening air,
And sadly mused upon what had been;
But now; what spell can be on the night;
Such glamour entrances my charmed sight,
That the earth beneath and the heavens above
Seem to thrill with the tender pulses of Love.
How lonely and cold was the wintry scene;
I shrank from the chilling evening air,
And sadly mused upon what had been;
But now; what spell can be on the night;
Such glamour entrances my charmed sight,
That the earth beneath and the heavens above
Seem to thrill with the tender pulses of Love.