William Collins(1721–1759)

Ode to Evening

If aught of oaten stop,2 or pastoral song,

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

Like thy own solemn springs,

Thy springs and dying gales,

O nymph 0 reserved, while now the bright-haired sunmaiden

Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts,

With brede ethereal wove,braid

O'erhang his wavy bed:

Now air is hushed, 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 0 borne in heedless hum:wayfarer

Now teach me, maid composed,

To breathe some softened strain,

Whose numbers, stealing through thy darkening vale,3

May not unseemly with its stillness suit,

As, musing slow, I hail

Thy genial loved return!

For when thy folding-star4 arising shows

His paly 0 circlet, at his warning lamppale

The fragrant Hours, and elves

Who slept in flowers the day,

And many a nymph who wreaths her brows with sedge,

And sheds the freshening dew, and, lovelier still,

The pensive Pleasures sweet,

Prepare thy shadowy car.carriage

Then lead, calm votaress, where some sheety lakedevotee

Cheers the lone heath, or some time-hallowed pile

Or upland fallows5 gray

Reflect its last cool gleam.

But when chill blustering winds, or driving rain,

Forbid my willing feet, be mine the hut

That from the mountain's side

Views wilds, and swelling floods,

And hamlets 0 brown, and dim-discovered spires,villages

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

Thy dewy fingers draw

The gradual dusky veil.

While Spring shall pour his showers, as oft he wont, is accustomed

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, sure-found beneath the sylvan shed,6

Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, rose-lipped Health,

Thy gentlest influence own,

And hymn thy favorite name!