The poems and literary prose of Alexander Wilson ... for the first time fully collected and compared with the original and early editions ... edited ... by the Rev. Alexander B. Grosart ... with portrait, illustrations, &c |
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[Slow sinks the sun]
Slow sinks the sun
Amid the ruddy main;
While silence seals
Each closing eye to rest;
The weary bird
Steals softly to its nest;
While, from the town,
The sounds of labour cease
And all around
Is universal peace.
Amid the ruddy main;
While silence seals
Each closing eye to rest;
The weary bird
Steals softly to its nest;
While, from the town,
The sounds of labour cease
And all around
Is universal peace.
Now while the moon
Begins her nightly course;
While mild the air,
And silent sleeps the breeze;
And shadows stretch
Beneath the branching trees;
There, musing deep,
Let Contemplation stray;
Far from the noise
And discontents of day.
Begins her nightly course;
While mild the air,
And silent sleeps the breeze;
And shadows stretch
Beneath the branching trees;
There, musing deep,
Let Contemplation stray;
Far from the noise
And discontents of day.
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