THE hamlets die in the long eventimes, When drowsy doves into their cotes retire They die as gently as the belfry-chimes Or the blue stir of swallows round the spire. ... Then as in vigil all the windows blaze, Spent flickering flames of vestal sisters stray With lantern-lights that hover in the haze ... The long grey road unwinds itself away. ... The flowers in the gardens shrink forlorn To hear the dying hamlet leave the day, For well they love the land where they were born. ... Now all grows dark, the old walls wane away As soft as souls of agéd crones out-worn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FAITH AND DESPONDENCY by EMILY JANE BRONTE SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 2. IN CHURCH by THOMAS HARDY HOW VIOLETS CAME BLUE by ROBERT HERRICK THE VANITY OF THE WORLD by FRANCIS QUARLES A MAN BY THE NAME OF BOLUS by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY PATROLING BARNEGAT by WALT WHITMAN |