Charles Dickens: Lucy’s Song

Charles Dickens

(1812-1870)

 

Lucy’s Song

 

How beautiful at eventide

To see the twilight shadows pale,

Steal o’er the landscape, far and wide,

O’er stream and meadow, mound and dale!

 

How soft is Nature’s calm repose

When ev’ning skies their cool dews weep:

The gentlest wind more gently blows,

As if to soothe her in her sleep!

 

The gay morn breaks,

Mists roll away,

All Nature awakes

To glorious day.

 

In my breast alone

Dark shadows remain;

The peace it has known

It can never regain.

 

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