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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EVENTIMES, by HENRY BATAILLE
First Line: The hamlets die in the long eventimes
Last Line: As soft as souls of agéd crones out-worn.
Subject(s): Evening; Sunset; Twilight
First Line: The hamlets die in the long eventimes
Last Line: As soft as souls of agéd crones out-worn.
Subject(s): Evening; Sunset; Twilight
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.
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