How beautiful at eventide
To see the twilight shadows pale,
Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide,
O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale!
How soft is Nature's calm repose
When ev'ning skies their cool dews weep:
The gentlest wind more gently blows,
As if to soothe her in her sleep!
The gay morn breaks,
Mists roll away,
All Nature awakes
To glorious day.
In my breast alone
Dark shadows remain;
The peace it has known
It can never regain.
Smooooooth and lovely descriptives and then the scene darkens when we realize he is mourning
Dark shadows! ! Facing life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
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All Nature awakes To glorious day. ..... The peace it has known It can never regain. /// excellent poetic expression
The gay morn breaks, Mists roll away, All Nature awakes To glorious day. sad to read that my joy and light will not come back. tony
How beautiful at eventide To see the twilight shadows pale, Steal o'er the landscape, far and wide, O'er stream and meadow, mound and dale! ........fantastic beginning with haunting express on eventide. Beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like in this how Dickens shifts from the eight-syllable rhyming pattern in the first two stanzas to the mostly-five syllable pattern in the third and last stanza—it shows flexibility and suits his purpose. As to the shadows he mentions and the peace he can’t regain, he tantalizes us and leaves it for us to guess. -GK