Comments & Greek artists, modern Greek artists: Thou fair- hair’d angel of the evening, Now, while the sun rests on the mountains, light...

Poetry & Greek artists, Greek paintings, modern Greek painters


Yannis Stavrou, Sunset, oil on canvas

And, when night comes, I’ll go
To places fit for woe;
Walking along the darken’d valley,
With silent Melancholy...

William Blake

To the Evening Star

Thou fair- hair’d angel of the evening,
Now, while the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves;and, while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And the lion glares thro’ the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are cover’ d with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence.

William Blake (1757-1827)

Song

Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind,
Your music floats,
I’ll pore upon the stream,
Where sighing lovers dream,
And fish for fancies as they pass
Within the watery glass.

I’ll drink of the clear stream,
And hear the linner’ s song:
And there I’ll lie and dream
The day along:
And, when night comes, I’ll go
To places fit for woe;
Walking along the darken’d valley,
With silent Melancholy.