 | Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow |  |
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SONNET, WHEN TRAVELLING, IN THE EVENING.
The crimson Moon, uprising from the Sea,With large delight, foretels the harvest near:
Ye shepherds, now prepare your melody,
To greet the soft appearance of her sphere!
And, like a page, enamour'd of her train,
The star of Ev'ning glimmers in the West:
Then raise, ye shepherds, your observant strain,
That so of the great shepherd here are blest!
Our fields are full with the time-ripen'd grain,
Our vineyards with the purple clusters swell:
Her golden splendour glimmers on the main,
And vales, and mountains her bright glory tell:
Then sing, ye shepherds, for the time is come,
When we must bring th' enriched harvest home!
| Select poems of Edward Hovel Thurlow | |