An Hymn to the Evening
Soon as the sun forsook the eastern main The pealing thunder shook the heav’nly plain; Majestic grandeur! From the zephyr’s wing, Exhales the incense of the blooming spring, Soft purl the streams, the birds renew their notes, And through the air their mingled music floats. Through all the heav’ns what beauteous dies are spread! But the west glories in the deepest red: So may our breasts with every virtue glow, The living temples of our God below! Fill’d with the praise of him who gives the light, And draws the sable curtains of the night, Let placid slumbers soothe each weary mind, At morn to wake more heav’nly, more refin’d; So shall the labors of the day begin More pure, more guarded from the snares of sin. Night’s leaden sceptre seals my drowsy eyes, Then cease, my song, till fair Aurora rise.
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on December 2, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“An Hymn to the Evening” was published in The Poems of Phillis Wheatley (R. R. and C. C. Wright, 1909).
Born around 1753, Phillis Wheatley was the first black poet in America to publish a book.
Date Published: 1909-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/hymn-evening