EVENING RETROSPECT. THE day had been a rainy day; To earth each languid bloom was stooping, And birds, within their sullen bowers, Like cell-imprison'd nuns, were drooping. Now, 'twas the hour, when silent Eve Her mazy web begins to weave, With woof of melancholy thought When shadowy throngs by Recollection Are to the passive spirit brought, To claim a sigh, and cause reflection. The sun reclined in western tent; Empurpled by his regal gleams, In Beauty's mellow flood were glowing; The woods breathed odours, and the streams In Music's holiest tone were flowing. My footsteps gain'd a little hill, Where yet Youth's spirit seem'd presiding. Each object had its story there; The very feeling of the air Unchanged, came back-the blossom'd trees The aspect of the fields-the bleating, Wide scatter'd flocks-and, over these, Hills, that with heaven seem'd proudly meeting. Like lava came the past-a flood And turn'd to fire the rushing blood: Departed hopes, Youth's vanish'd pride, Το Sprung forth, as springs the mountain river, the rubbish from its side sweep Into the oblivious sea for ever! Methought, my spirit, in the track Faces, alas! too long unseen, (The veil of years or death between,) Lost friends again before me stood, How thrilling was the welcome vision! Life seem'd no more a solitude, And Earth was clad in robes Elysian. The blackbird sang a mellow song, Loves sever'd, or suppress'd, revealing. The buried and the absent came, Upon the myrtle sate the Dove, Earth own'd the sovereignty of Love; I wonder'd in a world so fair, How Woe could spread such ample pinion; How Hope should darken to Despair; Or Soul to Mammon own dominion. I marvell'd much how Mind could bow How long with arm on mossy tree, Pondering I stood, I cannot tell So powerful was the spell subduing, Till startled by far curfew bell, And Twilight's tints the hills embuing. The sun had sunk; but brightly shone And Death's dark night is hovering o'er us, Undimm'd Hope's glorious planet shines, And Faith to heaven mounts up before us! |