Evening in Tyringham Valley

What domes and pinnacles of mist and fire Are builded in yon spacious realms of light All silently, as did the walls aspire Templing the ark of God by day and night! Noiseless and swift, from darkening ridge to ridge, Through purple air that deepens down the day, Over the valley springs a shadowy bridge. The evening star’s keen, solitary ray Makes more intense the silence, and the glad, Unmelancholy, restful, twilight gloom— So full of tenderness, that even the sad Remembrances that haunt the soul take bloom Like that on yonder mountain. Now the bars Of sunset all burn black; the day doth fail, And the skies whiten with the eternal stars. Oh, let thy spirit stay with me, sweet vale!

Collection: 
English
Richard Watson Gilder

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