<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115045" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An evening prospect</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Come my Susan, quit your chamber,<br> Greet the op'ning bloom of May,<br>Let us on you hillock clamber,<br> And around the scene survey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">See the sun is now descending,<br> And projects his shadows far,<br>And the bee her course is bending<br> Homeward thro' the humid air.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mark the lizard just before us,<br> Singing her unvaried strain,<br>While the frog, abrupt in chorus,<br> Deepens thro' the marshy plain.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From yon grove the woodcock rises,<br> Mark her progress by her notes,<br>High in air her wings she poises,<br> Then like lightning down she shoots.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now the whip-o-well beginning,<br> Clam'rous on a pointed rail,<br>Drowns the more melodious singing<br> Of the cat-bird, thrush, and quail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Pensive Echo, from the mountain,<br> Still repeats the sylvan sounds,<br>And the crocus border'd fountain,<br> With the splendid fly abounds.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There the honeysuckle blooming,<br> Reddens the capricious wave;<br>Richer sweets---the air perfuming,<br> Spicy Ceylon never gave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Cast your eyes beyond this meadow,<br> Painted by a hand divine,<br>And observe the ample shadow<br> Of that solemn ridge of pine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here a trickling rill depending,<br> Glitters thro' the artless bow'r;<br>And the silver dew descending,<br> Doubly radiates every flow'r.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While I speak, the sun is vanish'd,<br> All the gilded clouds are fled,<br>Music from the groves is banish'd,<br> Noxious vapours round us spread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Rural toil is now suspended,<br> Sleep invades the peasant's eyes,<br>Each diurnal task is ended,<br> While soft Luna climbs the skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen of rest and meditation,<br> Thro' thy medium I adore<br>Him---the Author of Creation,<br> Infinite, and boundless pow'r.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Tis he who fills thy urn with glory,<br> Transcript of immortal light;<br>Lord! my spirit bows before thee,<br> Lost in wonder and delight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ann+Eliza+Bleecker">Ann Eliza Bleecker</a> from <i>The Posthumous Works of Ann Eliza Bleecker</i><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=115045" data-title="An evening prospect de Ann Eliza Bleecker" data-description="Come my Susan, quit your chamber,/ Greet the op'ning bloom of May,/Let us on you hillock clamber,/ And around the scene survey./See the sun is now descending,/ And projects his shadows far,/And the bee her course is bending/ Homeward thro' the hum..."></div> </div> </div>

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