Pines, and a blur of lithe young grasses; Gold in a pool, from the western glow; Spread of wings where the last thrush passes -- And thoughts of you as the sun dips low. Quiet lane, and an irised meadow . . . (@3How many summers have died since then?@1) . . . I wish you knew how the deep'ning shadow Lies on the blue and green again! Dusk, and the sweep of field and hollow Etched in gray when a star appears: Sunset, . . . twilight, . . . and dark to follow, . . . And thoughts of you thro' a mist of tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 26 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE SURRENDER AT APPOMATTOX [APRIL 9, 1865] by HERMAN MELVILLE THE FLIGHT OF THE GODDESS by CELIA THAXTER AFTER SUNSET by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM PENETRALIA by ELFRIDA DE RENNE BARROW QUATORZAINS: 6. A FANTASTIC SIMILE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |