WHAT time the rosy-flushing West
Sleeps soft on copse and dingle,
Wherein the sunset shadows rest,
Or richly float and mingle;
When down the vale the wood-dove’s tone
Thrills in a cadence tender,
And every rare, ethereal mote
Turns to a wing
(Paul Hamilton Hayne)
More Poetry from Paul Hamilton Hayne:
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- Ode II (Paul Hamilton Hayne Poems)