EVENING TIME
To-night I watch the sun go down,
Blood-red it sinks behind the hills.
The deep low-lying valleys brown,
The wheat fields, and the daisied down,
The bright, mist-shrouded radiance fills.
Across the surface of the pond
The small trees throw their dark shadows:
Whilst in the outlying wood beyond
The deeper darkness broods and grows.
The day is no awakener
To greater beauty, than day’s wane.
The little leaves that move and stir
Make noise as of the sound of rain.
The very air is gone to rest,
And long and black the shadows lie,
As over all the crimson west
The darkness follows up the sky.
Good-night!—until the sun shall send
Along the east a shining mark!
In answer to my greeting, Friend,
You seem to call across the dark.