In the twilight of the year, Here, about these twilight ways, When the grey moth night drew near, Fluttering on a faint flying, I would linger out the day's Delicate and moth-grey dying. Grey, and faint with sleep, the sea Should enfold me, and release, Some old peace to dwell with me. I would quiet the long crying Of my heart with mournful peace, The grey sea's, in its low sighing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YEAR'S AWAKENING by THOMAS HARDY THE WIDOW; SAPPHICS by ROBERT SOUTHEY SONNET: 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD YOUR TREASURE by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON LARABELLE: CANTO SECOND by LEVI BISHOP NIGHT-WIND by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 3. IN ENGLAND: MATRIMONIAL COUNSELS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |