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1 IF aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,
2 May hope, chaste EVE to sooth thy modest ear,
3 Like thy own solemn springs,
4 Thy springs, and dying gales,
5 O NYMPH reserv'd, while now the bright-hair'd sun
6 Sits on yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts
7 With brede etherial wove,
8 O'erhang his wavy bed:
9 Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat,
10 With short shrill shrieks flits by on leathern wing,
11 Or where the beetle winds
12 His small but sullen horn,
13 As oft he rises 'midst the twilight path,
14 Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum.
15 Now teach me, maid compos'd,
16 To breathe some soften'd strain,
17 Whose numbers stealing through thy dark'ning vale,
18 May not unseemly with its stillness suit,
19 As musing slow, I hail
20 Thy genial lov'd return!
21 For when thy folding star arising shews
22 His paly circlet, at his warning lamp
23 The fragrant Hours, and Elves
24 Who slept in flow'rs the day,
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25 And many a Nymph who wreaths her brows with sedge,
26 And sheds the fresh'ning dew, and lovelier still,
28 Prepare thy shadowy car.
29 Then lead, calm Vot'ress, where some sheety lake
30 Cheers the lone heath, or some time-hallow'd pile,
31 Or up-land fallows grey
32 Reflect its last cool gleam.
33 But when chill blust'ring winds, or driving rain,
34 Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut,
35 That from the mountain's side,
36 Views wilds, and swelling floods,
37 And hamlets brown, and dim-discover'd spires,
38 And hears their simple bell, and marks o'er all
39 Thy dewy fingers draw
40 The gradual dusky veil.
41 While Spring shall pour his show'rs, as oft he wont,
42 And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve!
43 While Summer loves to sport
44 Beneath thy ling'ring light;
45 While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves;
46 Or Winter yelling through the troublous air,
47 Affrights thy shrinking train,
48 And rudely rends thy robes;
49 So long, sure-found beneath the Sylvan shed,
51 Thy gentlest influence own,
52 And hymn thy fav'rite name!


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Title (in Source Edition): ODE to EVENING.
Themes: nature
Genres: ode
References: DMI 22854

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Dodsley, Robert, 1703-1764. A Collection of Poems in Six Volumes. By Several Hands. Vol. I. London: printed by J. Hughs, for R. and J. Dodsley, 1763 [1st ed. 1758], pp. 325-326. 6v.: music; 8⁰. (ESTC T131163; OTA K104099.001) (Page images digitized by the Eighteenth-Century Poetry Archive from a copy in the archive's library.)

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