[Poems by Wilde in] Richard Henry Wilde His Life and Selected Poems |
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['Tis the hour when Twilight stealing] |
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['Tis the hour when Twilight stealing]
'Tis the hour when Twilight stealing
O'er the Earth and Sea and skies
Wakes a high and holy feeling,
And fond thoughts of Home arise:
Love's fresh-parted Pilgrim sighing,
Starts to hear the vesper bell,
Breathing to the day-light dying
One last wild—sweet—sad farewell!
O'er the Earth and Sea and skies
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And fond thoughts of Home arise:
Love's fresh-parted Pilgrim sighing,
Starts to hear the vesper bell,
Breathing to the day-light dying
One last wild—sweet—sad farewell!
In this hour still and solemn
O'er a shrine in fragments laid
Memory on a broken column
Marks the ruin Time has made:
Well—too well alas! recalling
Hopes and Joys forever fled. ...
O! what burning tears are falling
For the loved—the changed—the dead!
O'er a shrine in fragments laid
Memory on a broken column
Marks the ruin Time has made:
Well—too well alas! recalling
Hopes and Joys forever fled. ...
O! what burning tears are falling
For the loved—the changed—the dead!
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