OVER the west the glory dies away, Faint rose-flecks gleaming in the darkening sky; And the low sounds that mark the close of day Rise up from wood and upland -- rise and die; Soft silence falls o'er meadow, hill, and grove, And in the hush I want you, oh, my love. In the gay radiance of the morning hour, In the warm brooding glory of the noon, When man and Nature, in their prime of power, With the day's fulness blend in eager tune, The rush of life forbids the pulse to move That now, in yearning passion, wants you, love. Wants you to watch the crimson glow and fade Through the great branches of the broadening lime; Wants you to feel the soft, gray, quiet shade Lap the tired world in blessed eventime; Wants you to whisper: "Come, your power to prove, The gloaming needs its angel; come, my love." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OUR GOOD PRESIDENT by PHOEBE CARY A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. JIM BLUDSO [OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE] by JOHN MILTON HAY SONNET: 53 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE FIRST AIR-RAID WARNING by EVELYN D. BANGAY |