English poem
The Sun Has Long Been Set
Composed June 8, 1802.--Published 1807
[This Impromptu appeared, many years ago, among the Author's poems, from which, in subsequent editions, it was excluded. [A] It is reprinted, at the request of the Friend in whose presence the lines were thrown off.--I.F.]
One of the "Evening Voluntaries."--Ed.
The sun has long been set, The stars are out by twos and threes, The little birds are piping yet Among the bushes and trees; There's a cuckoo, and one or two thrushes, And a far-off wind that rushes, And a sound of water that gushes, And the cuckoo's sovereign cry Fills all the hollow of the sky.
Who would go "parading" In London, "and masquerading," [B] On such a night of June With that beautiful soft half-moon, And all these innocent blisses? On such a night as this is!
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- The Power Of Armies Is A Visible Thing
- The Shepherd, Looking Eastward, Softly Said
- The Stars Are Mansions Built By Nature'S Hand
- The World Is Too Much With Us; Late And Soon
- There Is A Bondage Worse, Far Worse, To Bear
- There Is A Little Unpretending Rill
- There Is An Eminence,--Of These Our Hills