Sonnets, Roundels, Madrigals, Etc (Classic Reprint)

The warming rays Which all day long have played upon the fields Where once more Nature in her kindness wields Her magic wand, are passing from my gaze. From the outskirting trees the echoing lays Of evening song-birdsnow the forest yields, And sun-lit tree-tops, like broad flashing shields, Wave in the breeze that with them softly plays. How pleasantly the distant brook lifts up I ts voice to bid the sun a brief good by! But gathering stillness round me seems to reign, As if tired man from some somnific cup Had drunk, and sleeps, while in the darkness I, Lost in reflection, all alone remain.
(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)

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