Фиц-Грин Халлек (Fitz-Greene Halleck)

Twilight

There is an evening twilight of the heart,
   When its wild passion-waves are lull'd to rest,
And the eye sees life's fairy scenes depart,
   As fades the day-beam in the rosy west.
'Tis with a nameless feeling of regret
   We gaze upon them as they melt away,
And fondly would we bid them linger yet,
   But hope is round us with her angel lay,
Hailing afar some happier moonlight hour;
Dear are her whispers still, though lost their early power.

In youth the cheek was crimson'd with her glow;
   Her smile was loveliest then; her matin song
Was heaven's own music, and the note of wo
   Was all unheard her sunny bowers among.
Life's little world of bliss was newly born;
   We knew not, cared not, it was born to die,
Flush'd with the cool breeze and the dews of morn,
   With dancing heart we gazed on the pure sky,
And mock'd the passing clouds that dimm'd its blue,
Like our own sorrows then—as fleeting and as few

And manhood felt her sway too—on the eye,
   Half realized, her early dreams burst bright,
Her promised bower of happiness seem'd nigh,
   Its days of joy, its vigils of delight;
And though at times might lower the thunder-storm,
   And the red lightnings threaten, still the air
Was balmy with her breath, and her loved form,
   The rainbow of the heart, was hovering there.
'Tis in life's noontide she is nearest seen,
Her wreath the summer flower, her robe of summer green.

But though less dazzling in her twilight dress,
   There's more of heaven's pure beam about her now;
That angel-smile of tranquil loveliness,
   Which the heart worships, glowing on her brow;

That smile shall brighten the dim evening star
   That points our destined tomb, nor e'er depart
Till the faint light of life is fled afar,
   And hush'd the last deep beating of the heart;
The meteor bearer of our parting breath,
A moonbeam in the midnight cloud of death.

Поддержать сайт