<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=537481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ode To Evening</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song<br>May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,<br>Like thy own solemn springs,<br>Thy springs, and dying gales,<br>O nymph reserved, while now the bright-haired sun<br>Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts,<br>With brede ethereal wove,<br>O'erhang his wavy bed:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat<br>With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing,<br>Or where the beetle winds<br>His small but sullen horn,<br>As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path,<br>Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum:<br>Now teach me, maid composed,<br>To breathe some softened strain,<br>Whose numbers stealing through thy dark'ning vale<br>May not unseemly with its stillness suit,<br>As, musing slow, I hail<br>Thy genial loved return!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when thy folding-star arising shows<br>His paly circlet, at his warning lamp<br>The fragrant hours, and elves<br>Who slept in buds the day,<br>And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge<br>And sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier still,<br>The pensive pleasures sweet<br>Prepare thy shadowy car.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then let me rove some wild and heathy scene,<br>Or find some ruin 'midst its dreary dells,<br>Whose walls more awful nod<br>By thy religious gleams.<br>Or if chill blust'ring winds or driving rain<br>Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut<br>That from the mountain's side<br>Views wilds and swelling floods<br>And hamlets brown and dim-discovered spires,<br>And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all<br>Thy dewy fingers draw<br>The gradual dusky veil.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont,<br>And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve;<br>While Summer loves to sport<br>Beneath thy lingering light;<br>While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves;<br>Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air,<br>Affrights thy shrinking train<br>And rudely rends thy robes;<br>So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,<br>Shall fancy, friendship, science, smiling peace,<br>Thy gentlest influence own,<br>And love thy favourite name!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Collins">William Collins</a><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=537481" data-title="Ode To Evening de William Collins" data-description="If aught of oaten stop or pastoral song May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales, O nymph reserved, while now the bright-haired sun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, Wit..."></div> </div> </div>

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