"Poetry makes life what lights and music do the stage." - Charles Dickens (The Pickwick Papers)I guess Mr Dickens' meant what he said. Besides the impressive collection of books he authored, he also wrote poetry. In honour of his birthday (which was Feb 7, for those of you who missed it), today's poem is:
by: Charles Dickens (1812-1870)
- OW 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.