Fugitive Poetry. 1600–1878/A Spring Evening
A Spring Evening.
The glorious Heaven its golden tinting throws
On young flowers filled with dew,
The vernal landscape's trembling image glows
Through waves of clearest blue.
On young flowers filled with dew,
The vernal landscape's trembling image glows
Through waves of clearest blue.
The mountain streamlet,—the bright-blossomed hedge,—
Woods bathed in sunlight streams,—
The evening star, that on the purple edge
Of yonder soft cloud beams;—
Woods bathed in sunlight streams,—
The evening star, that on the purple edge
Of yonder soft cloud beams;—
The meadow green,—the shrubby valley cool,—
The hill with verdure clad,—
The alder-shadowed brook,—the lilied pool,—
All, all are fair and glad.
The hill with verdure clad,—
The alder-shadowed brook,—the lilied pool,—
All, all are fair and glad.
Oh! how encircleth everlasting Love
Creation with its band,
The glowworm's light,—yon fiery orbs above,—
Are kindled by one hand.
Creation with its band,
The glowworm's light,—yon fiery orbs above,—
Are kindled by one hand.
At Thy command, Almighty! from its place
Drops the frail leaflet here:
At Thy command, through realms of boundless space
Is hurled the falling sphere.
Drops the frail leaflet here:
At Thy command, through realms of boundless space
Is hurled the falling sphere.