A POEM.
211
The rayons of the sun we see
Diminish in their strength;
The shade of every tower and tree
Extended is in length.
Diminish in their strength;
The shade of every tower and tree
Extended is in length.
Great is the calm, for every where
The wind is sittin down;
The reik throws upright in the air,
From every tower and town.
The wind is sittin down;
The reik throws upright in the air,
From every tower and town.
There firdowning, the bony birds
In banks they do begin;
With pipes of reeds the jolly herds
Holds up the merry din.
In banks they do begin;
With pipes of reeds the jolly herds
Holds up the merry din.
The mavis and the philomen,
The stirling whistles loud;
The cushats on the branches green
Full quietly they croud.
The stirling whistles loud;
The cushats on the branches green
Full quietly they croud.
The gloming comes, the day is spent,
The sun goes out of sight;
And painted is the Occident
With purpour sanguine bright.
The sun goes out of sight;
And painted is the Occident
With purpour sanguine bright.
The scarlet nor the golden thread,
Who would their beauty try,
Who would their beauty try,
