EVENING now is closing Over vale and hill; Peacefully reposing, All the world is still. But the brooklet pouring Where the tall rocks close, With its restless roaring Ever, ever flows. Evening is not bringing To its waters peace, And no sweet bell ringing, Bids its turmoil cease. In its restless striving I behold my own,— True repose deriving From my God alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINCOLN TRIUMPHANT by EDWIN MARKHAM THE RIDDLERS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE OWL CRITIC by JAMES THOMAS FIELDS THE NEW INN: A VISION OF BEAUTY by BEN JONSON PICCADILLY CIRCUS AT NIGHT: STREETWALKERS by DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE AT HOME IN HEAVEN by JAMES MONTGOMERY |