(1) Like timid girls the shades are pacing down The slopes of evening, trailing soberly Their vestments grey: Far, far away, The last, red tinge Is fading into brown; So far! So faint! Seen but surmisingly! And now the dusk of evening draws upon That memory of light, And light is gone! (2) The bee Speeds Home! The beetle's Wing of horn Is booming by! The darkness, Every side, Gathers around On air, And sky, And ground! The trees Sing on the darkness, Far and wide, In cadenced lift of leaves, A tale of morn! And the moon's circle, Silver-faint, and thin, Birds lovely on the earth: -- There is no sin! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO MR. S.T. COLERIDGE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ON THE DEATH OF RICHARD WEST by THOMAS GRAY TO DAISIES, NOT TO SHUT TOO SOON by ROBERT HERRICK ON RETURN FROM THE SHORE by HELEN IFFLA BAY WHITE GRASS by ADA BAZZACCHINI THE KING by MARY FRANCES MARSHALL BUTTS FOUR EPISTLES: MIRACLE AT THE FEAST OF PENTECOST: 1 by JOHN BYROM |