Song - Air, "Bonnie Doon"
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Title
Song - Air, "Bonnie Doon"
Description
How sweetly sinks the setting sun
O'er yon blue mountain in the west,
And man his daily labour done,
Betakes him to his home and rest.
Behold the scene! how soft and fair;
Not yet hath twilight wheel'd her car,
But o'er the valley, through the air,
The parting splendour glitters far,
'Tis gone! and shadows gather fast
Still deeper: night is on the plain,
And bat and insect flitting past
Proclaim this as their hour of reign.
The moon is up, the glorious moon!
How queenly sits she in her sphere,
Show'ring her light, resplendent boon,
On cottage, wave, profusely here.
One moment let me gaze on high
Around: how widely beautiful!
But its bright isles are far, and I
Must seek my couch, my feelings lull.
O'er yon blue mountain in the west,
And man his daily labour done,
Betakes him to his home and rest.
Behold the scene! how soft and fair;
Not yet hath twilight wheel'd her car,
But o'er the valley, through the air,
The parting splendour glitters far,
'Tis gone! and shadows gather fast
Still deeper: night is on the plain,
And bat and insect flitting past
Proclaim this as their hour of reign.
The moon is up, the glorious moon!
How queenly sits she in her sphere,
Show'ring her light, resplendent boon,
On cottage, wave, profusely here.
One moment let me gaze on high
Around: how widely beautiful!
But its bright isles are far, and I
Must seek my couch, my feelings lull.
Creator
Arion
Source
2:28, p. 222-3
Date
1828.10.03
Collection
Citation
Arion, “Song - Air, "Bonnie Doon",” Periodical Poets, accessed May 4, 2024, https://periodicalpoets.com/items/show/176.
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