The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds The level pasture, creeping up behind Through voiceless vales, o'er lawn and purpled hill And haséd mead, her mystery to fulfil. Cows low from far-off farms; the loitering wind Sighs in the hedge, you hear it if you will,— Tho' all the wood, alive atop with wings Lifting and sinking through the leafy nooks, Seethes with the clamour of a thousand rooks. Now every sound at length is hush'd away. These few are sacred moments. One more Day Drops in the shadowy gulf of bygone things. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RONDEAU by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT A CHARACTER by ALFRED TENNYSON ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 7. ON THE USE OF POETRY by MARK AKENSIDE THE WEAVER'S APPRENTICE by AL-RUSAFI AFFINITES: 3 by MATHILDE BLIND THE CAMP-FOLLOWER by MAXWELL BODENHEIM |