The Poetical Works of William Collins/To Evening

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135096The Poetical Works of William Collins — To EveningWilliam Collins (1721-1759)

ODE TO EVENING.

If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,
May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,[1]
Like thy own brawling springs,[2]
Thy springs, and dying gales; 4

O nymph reserved, while now the bright-hair'd sun
Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts,
With brede ethereal wove,
O'erhang his wavy bed:

Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat[3]
With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing; 10
Or where the beetle winds
His small but sullen horn,

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,

Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale,
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,[4]

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.

Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene;[5]
Or find some ruin, 'midst its dreary dells, 30
Whose walls more awful nod[6]
By thy religious gleams.

Or, if chill blustering winds, or driving rain,[7]
Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut,
That from the mountain's side, 35
Views wilds, and swelling floods,

And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires;
And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all
Thy dewy fingers draw
The gradual dusky veil. 40

While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont,
And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve!
While Summer loves to sport
Beneath thy lingering light;

While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves; 45
Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air,
Affrights thy shrinking train,
And rudely rends thy robes;

So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,[8] 49
Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace,
Thy gentlest influence own,
And love thy favourite name!

Variations.

  1. Ver. 2. May hope, O pensive Eve, to soothe thine ear.
  2. Ver. 3. Like thy own solemn springs,
  3. Ver. 9. While air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat:
  4. Ver. 24. Who slept in flowers the day,
  5. Ver. 29. Then lead, calm votress, where some sheety lake
    Cheers the lone heath, or some time-hallow'd pile,
  6. Ver. 31.Or upland fallows grey,
    Reflect its last cool gleam.
  7. Ver. 33. But when chill blustering winds, or driving rain,
    Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut,
  8. Ver. 49. So long, sure-found beneath the sylvan shed,
    Shall Fancy, Friendship,Science, rose-lipp'd Health,
    Thy gentlest influence own,
    And hymn thy favourite name!