“Morning” and “Night” by Anonymous

by theliterarymaiden

This was reprinted several times in the 19th century. The source I’ve used is Blackwood’s Edinburgh Magazine, February 1825. I’ve no clue who the author is, though I’d like to know.

MORNING.
There is a parting in Night’s murky veil,
A soft, pale light is in the eastern sky;
It steals along the ocean tremblingly,
Like distant music wafted on the gale.
Stars, one by one, grow faint, and disappear,
Like waning tapers, when the feast is o’er;
While, girt with rolling mists, the mountains hoar
High o’er the darkling glens their tops uprear.
There is a gentle rustling in the grove,
Though winds be hush’d; it is the stir of wings,
And now the sky-lark from her nest up springs,
Trilling, in accents clear, her song of love;
And now heaven’s gate in golden splendour burns—
Joy to the earth, the glorious Sun returns!

NIGHT.
I love thee when thou comest, glorious Sun
Out of the chambers of thy watery dwelling;
I love thee when thy early beam is telling
Of worlds awaken’d, and man’s toil begun;
I love thee, too, when o’er the western hill
Thy parting ray in golden hue is stealing,
For then the gush of soft and pensive feeling
Speaks to the labouring bosom, peace, be still;
But thou art not so lovely to mine eye
At morning, balmy eve, or busy noon,
As is thy gentle sister, the pale Moon,
Which shineth now in yon unclouded sky:
Then let me forth, to drink her mellow ray;
Who would exchange it for the gaudy day?

R. G.