To thou 'night'

"When, wrapt in clouds, and riding in the blast,
Thou [Night] roll'st the storm along the sounding shore,
I love to watch the whelming billows, cast
On rocks below, and listen to the roar ...


But chief I love thee, when thy lucid car
Sheds through the fleecy clouds a trembling gleam,
And shews the misty mountain from afar,
The nearer forest, and the valley's stream:


Then let me stand amidst thy glooms profound
On some wild woody steep, and hear the breeze
That swells in mournful melody around,
And faintly dies upon the distant trees.


What melancholy charm steals o'er the mind!
What hallow'd tears the rising rapture greet!
While many a viewless spirit in the wind
Sighs to the lonely hour in accents sweet!


Ah! who the dear illusions pleas'd would yield,
Which Fancy wakes from silence and from shades..."

To the night muse by Radcliff

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