WINTER EVENING AT HOME. William Lisle Bowles Alexander Huber Editor Bodleian Libraries, University of Oxford
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Oxford This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License. Bowles, William Lisle, 1762-1850. The Poetical Works of William Lisle Bowles, Vol. I. With Memoir, Critical Dissertation, and Explanatory Notes by George Gilfillan. Edinburgh James Nichol, 9 North Bank Street... 1855 pp. 126-127.

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WINTER EVENING AT HOME . Fair Moon , that at the chilly day's decline Of sharp December through my cottage pane Dost lovely look , smiling , though in thy wane ! In thought , to scenes , serene and still as thine , Wanders my heart , whilst I by turns survey Thee slowly wheeling on thy evening way ; And this my fire , whose dim , unequal light , Just glimmering , bids each shadowy image fall Sombrous and strange upon the darkening wall , Ere the clear tapers chase the deepening night ! Yet thy still orb , seen through the freezing haze , Shines calm and clear without ; and whilst I gaze , I think , around me in this twilight room , I but remark mortality's sad gloom ; Whilst hope and joy cloudless and soft appear , In the sweet beam that lights thy distant sphere .