Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, EVENING MYSTERY, by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN

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First Line: Now ragged clouds in the west are heaping
Last Line: What poison pours she in slumber's ear?
Alternate Author Name(s): Blunden, Edmund
Subject(s): England; Landscape; English

NOW ragged clouds in the west are heaping,
All the hedges fall a-weeping,
And in a thin green distance flowers
The moon, the anemone of lonely hours.

The moon sheds diamonds on a myriad meadows
And her rays wander among wood shadows;
Ere the last of sunset's flown
She has made a new world of her own.

Old farm-houses with their white faces
Fly, and their ghosts have taken their places;
Even the signposts like grim liars
Point to trapping brakes and briars.

Tired birds roosting are not yet sleeping,
But stir and mutter at the wild eyes peeping;
And sheep will not let silence lie,
But blare about the hilltop sky

As though long-plotting dogs had broken
From kennel-chains, by the ringleader spoken,
To harry the ewes in the light of the moon --
The blood on their jaws will hang 'em anon.

But no, for miles the sheepfolds moan,
And dogs bay from their farms alone;
Can she who shines so calm be fear?
What poison pours she in slumber's ear?

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