Evening Poem by Charlotte Smith
Evening
OH ! soothing hour, when glowing day,
Low in the western wave declines,
And village murmurs die away,
And bright the vesper planet shines;
I love to hear the gale of Even
Breathing along the new-leaf'd copse,
And feel the freshening dew of Heaven,
Fall silently in limpid drops.
For, like a friend's consoling sighs,
That breeze of night to me appears;
And, as soft dew from Pity's eyes,
Descend those pure celestial tears.
Alas ! for those who long have borne,
Like me, a heart by sorrow riven,
Who, but the plaintive winds, will mourn,
What tears will fall, but those of Heaven ?
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The poems portrays not only the shades of nature but has more to offer by way of it's emotional reach. And, as soft dew from Pity's eyes, Descend those pure celestial tears. Who, but the plaintive winds, will mourn
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4/19/2024 1:30:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A gentle, sad view of that special time of day moving towards evening.