Evening, as slow thy placid shades descend, <br />Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still, <br />The lonely battlement, and farthest hill <br />And wood; I think of those that have no friend; <br />Who now perhaps, by melancholy led, <br />From the broad blaze of day, where pleasure flaunts, <br />Retiring, wander 'mid thy lonely haunts <br />Unseen; and mark the tints that o'er thy bed <br />Hang lovely, oft to musing fancy's eye <br />Presenting fairy vales, where the tir'd mind <br />Might rest, beyond the murmurs of mankind, <br />Nor hear the hourly moans of misery. <br />Ah! beauteous views, that hope's fair gleams the while, <br />Should smile like you, and perish as thy smile!<br /><br />William Lisle Bowles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-vi-evening-as-slow-thy-placid-shades-descend/
