EVENING SONG. HEPHERDS all, and maidens fair, SHEPHERDS and maidens f 'Gins to thicken, and the Sun Of these pastures, where they come, And let your dogs lie loose without, Or the crafty, thievish fox Of our great god. Sweetest slumbers ONE And soft as sleep the darkness falls, Streams, murmuring in the ear of night The woodland range is dimly blue Put on their white night-robe of dew. And every sound that breaks the calm All is at peace except the breast That needs the most its soothing balm. THE EVENING. HE stars are on the moving stream, A burnished length of wavy beam. In an eel-like, spiral line below; And the plaint of the wailing whippoorwill, Till morning spreads her rosy wings, -Joseph Rodman Drake. A THE EVENING CLOUD. CLOUD lay cradled near the setting sun; A gleam of crimson tinged its braided snow; Long had I watched the glory moving on O'er the still radiance of the lake below. Tranquil its spirit seemed, and floated slow! -John Wilson (Christopher North). THE WORLD'S WANDERERS. TEL “ELL me, thou star, whose wings of light In what cavern of the night Will thy pinions close now? Tell me, thou moon, so pale and gray, Weary wind, who wanderest On the tree or billow? -Percy Bysshe Shelley. |