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An Evening Walk
I love at quiet eventide,
Far from the city's noise to stray;
To climb the brow of rocky hill,
And watch the light of parting day.
Far from the city's noise to stray;
To climb the brow of rocky hill,
And watch the light of parting day.
To see reflected on the clouds,
In red and gold its colors glow;
Or watch the lengthening shadows fall
On field and valley, far below.
In red and gold its colors glow;
Or watch the lengthening shadows fall
On field and valley, far below.
To hear the quail's low, plaintive call,
At intervals, the stillness break;
Or sprightly sparrow's cheerful note,
That memory's pleasing fancies wake.
At intervals, the stillness break;
Or sprightly sparrow's cheerful note,
That memory's pleasing fancies wake.
Faint rises on the tranquil air
The tardy insects' droning song;
Which still, amid the closing flowers,
The busy work of day prolong.
The tardy insects' droning song;
Which still, amid the closing flowers,
The busy work of day prolong.
O'er swamp, and meadow stretching far,
The evening shadows stealthy creep;
Till all the darkening landscape round
Is wrapt at length in slumber deep.
The evening shadows stealthy creep;
Till all the darkening landscape round
Is wrapt at length in slumber deep.
I seem more near to Nature's heart,
And feel that I her secrets share;
The noisy world forgotten is,
With all its tumults, toil, and care.
And feel that I her secrets share;
The noisy world forgotten is,
With all its tumults, toil, and care.
Another, better life I live,
A life to worldly minds unknown;
Which Nature to her votaries gives,
Enjoyed, and prized by them alone.
A life to worldly minds unknown;
Which Nature to her votaries gives,
Enjoyed, and prized by them alone.
Poem No. 244; 25 August 1837
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