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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
EVENING, by ELLEN M. DODSON
First Line: Come love, let's wander to the woodland / west
Last Line: E'en at life's close, I'm thrilled by that strange power.
Subject(s): Death; Love - Loss Of; Rest; Dead, The
First Line: Come love, let's wander to the woodland / west
Last Line: E'en at life's close, I'm thrilled by that strange power.
Subject(s): Death; Love - Loss Of; Rest; Dead, The
COME Love, let's wander to the woodland west
Of the orchard. For Phoebus ends his ride,
And tired of his sport has flung aside
His gaily colored reins to seek his rest.
Gladly the earth subsides. At his behest
The sleepy field-mouse seeks a shock to hide,
And tiny birds are crooning heavy-eyed,
While we enjoy the hour we love the best.
It seems as though 'twere yesterday I found
You sunk to your knees in poppies, the bees
Sucking the nectar from the gaudy flower
Caught in your hair. Your witchery has bound
Me many a year; for out among the trees,
E'en at life's close, I'm thrilled by that strange power.
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