The furze that flaunts it in its granite home Gilds the bleak summit where the late sun spends; Far-off, still shining with its bar of foam The endless sea begins where the earth ends. At my feet is night, and silence. Birds desist From song. Man is balmed by his hearth-smoke as with myrrh. Alone, the Angelus, wavering in the mist, Blends with the ocean's vast, unceasing stir. Then, as from a deep abysm, back from rock From field and vale low far-off voices rise: Belated shepherd calling to his flock. The whole horizon yields to twilight's ban; And the parting sun, in the rich and sombre skies, Draws shut the golden sticks of its red fan. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: WIDOW MCFARLANE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 3 by CONRAD AIKEN THE MOUNTAIN by HAYDEN CARRUTH HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON CHARLES CARVILLE'S EYES by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON BUCOLIC COMEDY: KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAR MAID by EDITH SITWELL |