The western sun withdrawn the shorten'd day, <br />And humid evening, gliding o'er the sky <br />In her chill progress, to the ground condensed <br />The vapours throws. Where creeping waters ooze, <br />Where marshes stagnate, and where rivers wind, <br />Cluster the rolling fogs, and swim along <br />The dusky-mantled lawn. Meanwhile the moon, <br />Full-orb'd, and breaking through the scatter'd clouds, <br />Shews her broad visage in the crimson east. <br />Turn'd to the sun direct, her spotted disk, <br />Where mountains rise, umbrageous dales descend, <br />And caverns deep, as optic tube descries, <br />A smaller earth, gives us his blaze again, <br />Void of its flame, and sheds a softer day. <br />Now through the passing cloud she seems to stoop, <br />Now up the pure cerulean rides sublime. <br />Wide the pale deluge floats, and streaming mild <br />O'er the skied mountain to the shadowy vale, <br />While rocks and floods reflect the quivering gleam, <br />The whole air whitens with a boundless tide <br />Of silver radiance, trembling round the world.<br /><br />James Thomson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/evening-in-autumn/
