'It is that hour when dusky night Comes gathering o're departing light, When hue by hue and ray by ray, Thine eye may watch it waste away, Until thou canst no more behold The faded tints of pallid gold And soft descended the shades of night, As did those hues so purely bright; And in the blue sky, star by star, Shines out, like happiness afar; A wilderness of worlds! - To well In one, with those we have loved well Where bliss indeed! - The waters flow Gurgling, in darkest hue below, And 'gainst the shore the ripple breaks As from its cave, the east wind wakes, But lo! where Dian's crest on high appears, Faint as the memory of departing years.
NIGHT
The moon is gone; and thus go those we love; The night winds wail; and thus for them we mourn; The stars look down; thus spirits from above Hallow the mourners' tears upon the urn. Some thoughts are all of joy, and some of love; Mine end in tears - they're welcome - let them flow ……………………………… We look around, But vainly look for those who formed a part Of us, as we of them, and whom we wore Like gems in bezels, in the heart's deep core. Where are they now? - gone to that 'narrow cell' Whose gloom no lamp hath broken, nor shall break Whose secrets never spirit come to tell: - Oh that their day might dawn, for them they would awake
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