Evening
Evening! as slow thy placid shades descend, Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still, The lonely, battlement, the farthest hill And wood, I think of those who have no friend; Who now, perhaps, by melancholy led, From the broad blaze of day, where pleasure flaunts, Retiring, wander to the ring-dove's haunts Unseen; and watch the tints that o'er thy bed Hang lovely; oft to musing Fancy's eye Presenting fairy vales, where the tired mind Might rest beyond the murmurs of mankind, Nor hear the hourly moans of misery! Alas for man! that Hope's fair views the while Should smile like you, and perish as they smile!
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"Evening! as slow thy placid shades descend,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Lisle Bowles delivers a powerful performance in "Evening"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...