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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LINES WRITTEN ON A SUMMER EVENING.
Now Day's bright orb has left our lonely sphere,No more the flocks, no more the flowers appear;
But still and slow descend the balmy dew,
And Earth's dark surface with their moisture strew.
Night comes apace, faint gleams the western day,
Hoarse screams th'corn-craik from the dewy hay;
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The flutt'ring bat begins her mazy flight.
All æther's hush'd, no other sound I hear,
Save some lone stream slow-murm'ring on my ear.
But, see, the moon, deep-flush'd, with paler light,
Of clouds disrob'd, dispels the pitchy night;
With rising splendor brightens to the view,
Gay, rolling onward through th'Olympian blue;
The stars surrounding, sparkle on the eye,
And Night in solemn pomp o'erspreads the sky;
My heart exults at such a scene as this,
And feels emotions words can ne'er express.
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