To Stella: <br /> <br />Evening now from purple wings <br />Sheds the grateful gifts she brings; <br />Brilliant drops bedeck the mead, <br />Cooling breezes shake the reed; <br />Shake the reed, and curl the stream <br />Silver'd o'er with Cynthia's beam; <br />Near the chequer'd, lonely grove, <br />Hears, and keeps thy secrets, love! <br />Stella, thither let us stray, <br />Lightly o'er the dewy way. <br />Phoebus drives his burning car, <br />Hence, my lovely Stella, far; <br />In his stead, the queen of night <br />Round us pours a lambent light: <br />Light that seems but just to show <br />Breasts that beat, and cheeks that glow; <br />Let us now, in whisper'd joy, <br />Evening's silent hours employ, <br />Silent best, and conscious shades, <br />Please the hearts that love invades, <br />Other pleasures give them pain, <br />Lovers all but love disdain.<br /><br />Samuel Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-ode/
