Evening Poem by Charlotte Smith

Evening

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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 ?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Adrian Flett 15 December 2018

A gentle, sad view of that special time of day moving towards evening.

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Bernard F. Asuncion 15 December 2018

Such a great write by Charlotte Smith????

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Kumarmani Mahakul 15 December 2018

Brilliant poem with touching expression is amazingly shared. Beautiful work.

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Lungelo S Mbuyazi 15 December 2018

Nice poem me I love to hear the gale of Even

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Prabir Gayen 15 December 2018

Very beautiful poem of nature.....

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Rajnish Manga 15 December 2018

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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