Poems (Taggart)/Evening
For works with similar titles, see Evening.
POEMS.
EVENING.1817.
Pensive, I walk beside the placid stream,
And view the beauteous Sun's departing beam,
As o'er the adjacent landscape's verdant hill
His golden rays their brightness yet distil;
But fainter grow, as every moment flies,
And now they vanish from my gazing eyes.
Yet lovely still the scene, more lovely too,
Than when the radiant orb appeared in view.
A glowing softness, with a charm supreme,
Marks every field, and smooths the flowing stream;
Bright clouds, commixed with ever-varying hues,
Gold, purple, azure, beauteous charms diffuse.
Now dusky shades apace begin to fall,
And mingling light and darkness cover all;
Now twilight's tranquil, pensive, pleasing hour
Diffuses o'er the soul its lovely power.
Calm contemplation now enwraps the mind;
To pensive musing all the soul 's resigned.
Sweet hour! when every anxious thought is still,
Like the smooth surface of the placid rill.
Thoughts, unconfined and freed from earth, now soar,
The farther flying still delighted more;
To distant worlds extend their piercing view;—
Enraptured, their aerial flight pursue.
Elate with joy the sparkling moments fly,
And circling beauties charm the wondering eye.
And view the beauteous Sun's departing beam,
As o'er the adjacent landscape's verdant hill
His golden rays their brightness yet distil;
But fainter grow, as every moment flies,
And now they vanish from my gazing eyes.
Yet lovely still the scene, more lovely too,
Than when the radiant orb appeared in view.
A glowing softness, with a charm supreme,
Marks every field, and smooths the flowing stream;
Bright clouds, commixed with ever-varying hues,
Gold, purple, azure, beauteous charms diffuse.
Now dusky shades apace begin to fall,
And mingling light and darkness cover all;
Now twilight's tranquil, pensive, pleasing hour
Diffuses o'er the soul its lovely power.
Calm contemplation now enwraps the mind;
To pensive musing all the soul 's resigned.
Sweet hour! when every anxious thought is still,
Like the smooth surface of the placid rill.
Thoughts, unconfined and freed from earth, now soar,
The farther flying still delighted more;
To distant worlds extend their piercing view;—
Enraptured, their aerial flight pursue.
Elate with joy the sparkling moments fly,
And circling beauties charm the wondering eye.