Evening Melody

0:00 O that the pines which crown yon steep their

0:04 fires might ne'er surrender

0:07 O that yon fervoured knoll might keep while

0:11 last the world its splendour

0:14 Pale poplars on the breeze that lean and in

0:18 the sunset shiver

0:20 O that your golden stems might screen for eye

0:25 yon glassy river

0:27 That yon white bird on homeward wing soft

0:30 sliding without motion

0:33 And now in blue air vanishing like snowflake

0:38 lost in ocean

0:40 Beyond our sights might never flee yet

0:44 forward still be flying

0:47 And all the dying day might be immortal in

0:51 its dying

0:52 Polluted thus in saintly trance thus mute in

0:55 expectation what waits the earth?

0:58 Deliverance? Ah, no! transfiguration!

1:05 She dreams of that new earth divine conceived

1:10 of seed immortal

1:12 She sings not mine the holy ashrine yet mine

1:18 the steps and portal end of poem