Charlotte Turner Smith (Шарлотта Смит)

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? 

Charlotte Turner Smith’s other poems:

  1. Sonnet 61. ILL-Omen’d Bird! Whose Cries Portentous Float
  2. Sonnet 67. On Passing Over A Dreary Tract
  3. Sonnet 45. On Leaving A Part Of Sussex
  4. Sonnet 42. Composed During a Walk
  5. Occasional Address

Poems of other poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Percy Shelley (Перси Шелли) Evening (“The sun is set; the swallows are asleep”)
  • John Clare (Джон Клэр) Evening (“Tis evening; the black snail has got on his track”)
  • Charles Mackay (Чарльз Маккей) Evening (“Tis sweet at morn among the corn”)
  • Joanna Baillie (Джоанна Бейли) Evening (“HOW lovely, Evening, is thy parting smile!”)
  • Robert Anderson (Роберт Андерсон) Evening (“How sweet ’tis to rove at the close of the day”)
  • Thomas Aird (Томас Эрд) Evening (“Those shouts proclaim the village school is out”)
  • Oliver Holmes (Оливер Холмс) Evening (“DAY hath put on his jacket, and around”)
  • Marjorie Pickthall (Марджори Пиктхолл) Evening (“WHEN the white iris folds the drowsing bee”)
  • Menella Smedley (Менелла Смедли) Evening (“It is the hour of evening”)

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