The Poetical Works of Robert Montgomery Collected and Revised by the Author |
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NIGHT. |
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NIGHT.
Another day is added to the mass
Of buried Ages. Lo, the beauteous Moon,
Like a fair shepherdess now comes abroad
With her full flock of stars, which roam around
The azure mead of heaven. And oh, how charm'd
Beneath her loveliness creation looks!
Far-gleaming hills, and light-inweaving streams,
And fragrant boughs with dewy lustre clothed,
And green-hair'd valleys, all in glory dress'd,
The pageantries of Night compose. One glance
Upon old Ocean, where the woven beams
Have braided her dark waves!—Their roar is hush'd;
Her billowy wings are folded up to rest;
Till once again infuriate winds shall yell,
And tear them into strife.
Of buried Ages. Lo, the beauteous Moon,
Like a fair shepherdess now comes abroad
With her full flock of stars, which roam around
The azure mead of heaven. And oh, how charm'd
Beneath her loveliness creation looks!
Far-gleaming hills, and light-inweaving streams,
And fragrant boughs with dewy lustre clothed,
And green-hair'd valleys, all in glory dress'd,
The pageantries of Night compose. One glance
Upon old Ocean, where the woven beams
Have braided her dark waves!—Their roar is hush'd;
Her billowy wings are folded up to rest;
Till once again infuriate winds shall yell,
And tear them into strife.
A lone owl's hoot;
The waterfall's faint drip; or insect-stir
Among the emerald leaves; or infant-wind
Rifling the pearly lips of sleeping flowers,—
The stillness of the scene alone disturb:
The waterfall's faint drip; or insect-stir
Among the emerald leaves; or infant-wind
Rifling the pearly lips of sleeping flowers,—
The stillness of the scene alone disturb:
Spirit of All! as up yon star-hung deep
Of air, the eye and heart together mount,
Man's Immortality within him speaks;
That Thou art all around! Thy Beauty walks
In dream-heard music o'er the midnight heavens;
Thy glory garmenteth the slumbering world.
Of air, the eye and heart together mount,
Man's Immortality within him speaks;
That Thou art all around! Thy Beauty walks
In dream-heard music o'er the midnight heavens;
Thy glory garmenteth the slumbering world.
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