Twilight Fantasies

Splendours, and Glooms, and glimmering Incarnations     Of Hopes and Fears, and twilight Fantasies; -Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1822), Adonais

Agnes' Eve

They told her how, upon St. Agnes' Eve, Young virgins might have visions of delight, And soft adorings from their loves receive Upon the honeyed middle of the night, If ceremonies due they did aright; -John Keats (1795-1821), The Eve of St. Agnes

Summer Fever

I remember, I remember, Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then, That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow! -Thomas Hood (1799-1845), I Remember, I Remember

Evening Air

Strange to me now are the forms I meet     When I visit the dear old town; But the native air is pure and sweet, And the trees that o'ershadow each well-known street,     As they balance up and down,         Are singing the beautiful song,         Are sighing and whispering still:     "A boy's will is the wind's will, And the thoughts of youth are long, long thoughts." -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), My Lost Youth

Winter Veil

Announced by all the trumpets of the sky, Arrives the snow, and, driving o'er the fields, Seems nowhere to alight: the whited air Hides hills and woods, the river, and the heaven, And veils the farm-house at the garden's end. -Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882), The Snow-Storm