When day is done, and clouds are low,
And flowers are honey-dew,
And Hesper's lamp begins to glow
Along the western blue;
And homeward wing the turtle-doves,
Then comes the hour the poet loves.
The Poet's Hour. G. CROLY.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks:
The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep
Moans round with many voices.
Ulysses. A. TENNYSON.
The holy time is quiet as a Nun
Breathless with adoration.
It is a Beauteous Evening. W. WORDSWORTH.
EXPECTATION.
'Tis expectation makes a blessing dear;
Heaven were not heaven, if we knew what it were.
Against Fruition. SIR J. SUCKLING.
Oft expectation fails, and most oft there
Where most it promises; and oft it hits
Where hope is coldest, and despair most fits.
All's Well that Ends Well, Act ii. Sc. 1. SHAKESPEARE.
Why wish for more?
Wishing, of all employments, is the worst;
Philosophy's reverse and health's decay.
Night Thoughts, Night IV. DR. E. YOUNG.
EYE.
A gray eye is a sly eye,
And roguish is a brown one;
Turn full upon me thy eye,—
Ah, how its wavelets drown one!
A blue eye is a true eye;
Mysterious is a dark one,
Which flashes like a spark-sun!
A black eye is the best one.
Oriental Poetry: Mirza Shaffy on Eyes. W.B. ALGER.
O lovely eyes of azure,
Clear as the waters of a brook that run
Limpid and laughing in the summer sun!
The Masque of Pandora, Pt. I. H.W. LONGFELLOW.