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William Stanley Braithwaite, ed. The Book of Georgian Verse. 1909.

Ode to Evening

William Collins (1721–1759)

IF aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song,

May hope, chaste Eve, to soothe thy modest ear,

Like thy own solemn springs,

Thy springs and dying gales;

O nymph reserved, while now the bright-hair’d sun

Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts,

With brede ethereal wove,

O’erhang his wavy bed:

Now air is hush’d, save where the weak-eyed bat

With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing,

Or where the beetle winds

His small but sullen horn,

As oft he rises, ’midst the twilight path

Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum:

Now teach me, maid composed,

To breathe some soften’d strain,

Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale,

May not unseemly with its stillness suit,

As, musing slow, I hail

Thy genial loved return!

For when thy folding-star arising shows

His paly circlet, at his warning lamp

The fragrant hours, and elves

Who slept in buds the day,

And many a nymph who wreathes her brows with sedge

And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still,

The pensive pleasures sweet,

Prepare thy shadowy car:

Then lead, calm votaress, where some sheety lake

Cheers the lone heath, or some time-hallow’d pile,

Or upland fallows grey

Reflect its last cool gleam.

Or if chill blustering winds, or driving rain,

Prevent my willing feet, be mine the hut

That from the mountain’s side

Views wilds and swelling floods,

And hamlets brown, and dim-discover’d spires,

And hears their simple bell, and marks o’er all

Thy dewy fingers draw

The gradual dusky veil.

While Spring shall pour his show’rs, as oft he wont,

And bathe thy breathing tresses, meekest Eve!

While Summer loves to sport

Beneath thy lingering light;

While sallow Autumn fills thy lap with leaves,

Or Winter, yelling through the troublous air,

Affrights thy shrinking train,

And rudely rends thy robes:

So long, regardful of thy quiet rule,

Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, rose-lipp’d Health,

Thy gentlest influence own,

And hymn thy favourite name!