William Lisle Bowles

Here you will find the Poem Evening of poet William Lisle Bowles


Evening! as slow thy placid shades descend, 
Veiling with gentlest hush the landscape still, 
The lonely battlement, the farthest hill 
And wood, I think of those who have no friend; 
Who now, perhaps, by melancholy led, 
From the broad blaze of day, where pleasure flaunts, 
Retiring, wander to the ring-dove?s haunts 
Unseen; and watch the tints that o?er thy bed 
Hang lovely; oft to musing Fancy?s eye 
Presenting fairy vales, where the tir?d mind 
Might rest beyond the murmurs of mankind, 
Nor hear the hourly moans of misery! 
Alas for man! that Hope?s fair views the while 
Should smile like you, and perish as they smile!