Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging low with sullen roar.

I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n'…

Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom, Far from all resort of mirth, Save the cricket on the hearth.

Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!

Faintly as tolls the evening chime, Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.

O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.

The greenish sky glows up in misty reds, The purple shadows turn to brick and stone, The dreams wear thin, men turn upon their beds, And hear the milk-cart jan…