DARK and more dark the shades of evening fell;
The wished-for point was reached–but at an hour
When little could be gained from that rich dower
Of prospect, whereof many thousands tell.
Yet did the glowing west with marvellous power
Salute us; there stood Indian citadel,
Temple of Greece, and minster with its tower
Substantially expressed–a place for bell
Or clock to toll from! Many a tempting isle,
With groves that never were imagined, lay
‘Mid seas how steadfast! objects all for the eye
Of silent rapture; but we felt the while
We should forget them; they are of the sky,
And from our earthly memory fade away.
