The sunlit brush light to the dark rock lends, And gilds the summit of the mountain dome Where sets the sun; beyond -- a bar of foam -- The endless sea begins where the earth ends: Beneath me, night and silence; tired man wends To where the smoking chimney marks his home. The Angelus, deadened by the mists that roam In the vast murmur of the ocean blends As from the depth of an abyss, the sound Of far-off voices in the space around Comes from belated herdsmen with their clan. The western sky is clothed in shadows gray; The sun on rich dark clouds sinks slow away And shuts the gold sticks of his crimson fan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SISTER MARIA CELESTE, GALILEO'S DAUGHTER, WRITES TO FRIEND by MADELINE DEFREES WHAT I'VE BELIEVED IN by JAMES GALVIN GLAMOUR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON HOMING BRAVES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |