COME, gentle muse! now all is calm, <br />The dew descends, the air is balm; <br />Unruffled is the glassy deep, <br />While moon-beams o'er its bosom sleep; <br />The gale of summer mildly blows, <br />The wave in soothing murmur flows; <br />Unclouded Vesper shines on high, <br />And ev'ry flow'r has clos'd its tearful eye. <br /> <br />Oh! at this hour, this placid hour, <br />Soft music, wake thy magic pow'r! <br />Be mine to hear thy dulcet measure, <br />Thy warbling strains, that whisper, pleasure; <br />Thy heavenly airs, of cadence dying, <br />And harp to every zephyr sighing; <br />When roving by the shadowy beam, <br />That gilds the fairy-bow'r and woodland-stream! <br /> <br />But all is still! no mellow sound <br />Floats on the breeze of night around ; <br />Yet fancy, with some airy spell, <br />Can wake 'sweet Echo' from her cell; <br />Can charm her pensive votary's ear, <br />With plaintive numbers melting near; <br />And bid celestial spirits rise, <br />To pour their wild, enchanted melodies. <br /> <br />I love the rosy dawn of day, <br />When Zephyr wakes the laughing May; <br />I love the summer-evening's close, <br />That lulls the mind in calm repose; <br />But sweeter far the hour serene, <br />When softer colours paint the scene; <br />When Vesper sheds a dewy ray, <br />And o'er the sleeping wave the moon-beams play.<br /><br />Felicia Dorothea Hemans<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/moon-light-9/
