Percy Bysshe Shelley - A Summer Evening Churchyard lyrics

LECHLADE, GLOUCESTERSHIRE [Composed September, 1815. Published with "Alastor", 1816.] The wind has swept from the wide atmosphere Each vapour that obscured the sunset's ray; And pallid Evening twines its beaming hair In duskier braids around the languid eyes of Day: Silence and Twilight, unbeloved of men, Creep hand in hand from yon obscurest glen. They breathe their spells towards the departing day, Encompa**ing the earth, air, stars, and sea; Light, sound, and motion own the potent sway, Responding to the charm with its own mystery. The winds are still, or the dry church-tower gra** Knows not their gentle motions as they pa**. Thou too, aereal Pile! whose pinnacles Point from one shrine like pyramids of fire, Obeyest in silence their sweet solemn spells, Clothing in hues of heaven thy dim and distant spire, Around whose lessening and invisible height Gather among the stars the clouds of night. The dead are sleeping in their sepulchres: And, mouldering as they sleep, a thrilling sound, Half sense, half thought, among the darkness stirs, Breathed from their wormy beds all living things around, And mingling with the still night and mute sky Its awful hush is felt inaudibly. Thus solemnized and softened, d**h is mild And terrorless as this serenest night: Here could I hope, like some inquiring child Sporting on graves, that d**h did hide from human sight Sweet secrets, or beside its breathless sleep That loveliest dreams perpetual watch did keep. ***