Sonnet Vii Poem by Robert Anderson

EVENING.

Mild Evening's floating breeze perfumes the air,
Whilst blushing Phoebus hastens down the west;
The twitt'ring swallow seeks her peaceful nest,
And home the rustic turns his bleating care.
Now from the drooping violet in the glade
The zephyrs sweet their balmy course pursue;
To distant sloping hills embrown'd in shade
The parting sun now bids a short adieu;
The shepherd's pipe proclaims the sportive dance,
And calls the younker from his daily toil;
Upon the green the village swains advance,
In harmless mirth the moments to beguile.
Hail, rural sweets, that charm the pensive Muse,
As she her contemplative flow'ry path pursues!