A BELL softer than silence, A tear happier than mirth, They meet me in the fields And charm me from this earth -- This earth now in its twilight, And calm Autumn abroad, The mothering fields at rest, In the praise of their lingering God. His light kindly infolding The still, giant domains, Glows on in me until I seek -- what sunset plains? The star falls in enchantment Adown infinite blue, And fades from its white fire To live in rapture new. |