William Henry Giles Kingston Soft Poems

  • 1.
    Spake full well, in language quaint and olden,
    One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine,
    When he called the flowers, so blue and golden,
    Stars, that in earth's firmament do shine; -
    ...
  • 2.
    I heard the trailing garments of the Night
    Sweep through her marble halls!
    I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light
    From the celestial walls!
    ...
  • 3.
    There is a quiet spirit in these woods,
    That dwells where'er the gentle south wind blows;
    Where, underneath the whitethorn, in the glade,
    The wild flowers bloom, or, kissing the soft air,
    ...
  • 4.
    When the hours of Day are numbered,
    And the voices of the Night
    Wake the better soul, that slumbered,
    To a holy, calm delight;
    ...
  • 5.
    When winter winds are piercing chill
    And through the hawthorn blows the gale,
    With solemn feet I tread the hill,
    That overbrows the lonely vale.
    ...
  • 6.
    On sunny slope and beechen swell
    The shadowed light of evening fell:
    And, where the maple's leaf was brown,
    With soft and silent lapse came down
    ...
  • 7.
    I stood upon the hills, when heaven's wide arch
    Was glorious with the sun's returning march,
    And woods were brightened, and soft gales
    Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
    ...
  • 8.
    Pleasant it was, when woods were green,
    And winds were soft and low,
    To lie amid some sylvan scene,
    Where, the long drooping boughs between,
    ...
Total 8 Soft Poems by William Henry Giles Kingston

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