Poems (Baldwyn)/Night
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NIGHT.
(Written in Early Spring.)
Solemn art thou, O Night,
When o'er the heavens thy sable vesture reigns;
Mournfully soft in light,
E'en in their grandeur, are thy starry trains.
When o'er the heavens thy sable vesture reigns;
Mournfully soft in light,
E'en in their grandeur, are thy starry trains.
Pensive thy silent skies
When mists and clouds do veil their lofty zone;
And sad the wind's faint sighs
When o'er the hills they sweep with sullen moan.
When mists and clouds do veil their lofty zone;
And sad the wind's faint sighs
When o'er the hills they sweep with sullen moan.
Dark are thine hours, O Night,
When leafless trees are wailing 'mid the blast;
Nor seems the moon as bright
Since o'er the earth the summer leaves are cast.
When leafless trees are wailing 'mid the blast;
Nor seems the moon as bright
Since o'er the earth the summer leaves are cast.
The cheerful songs are gone;
The summer's music never more we hear;
A far-off stream alone
Lends its lone echo to the list'ning ear.
The summer's music never more we hear;
A far-off stream alone
Lends its lone echo to the list'ning ear.
Is it the same sweet stream
That was my ev'ning music when the night
Was fairer than a dream?
It is the same!—the hours return so bright!
That was my ev'ning music when the night
Was fairer than a dream?
It is the same!—the hours return so bright!
And thus, when all is fled,—
The fairness, brightness, beauty, of our days,—
May hope's soft voice be sped,
With all its sweet and thrilling melodies.
The fairness, brightness, beauty, of our days,—
May hope's soft voice be sped,
With all its sweet and thrilling melodies.