When evening like an angel walks The dim old village street, And children's homing voices die In echoes far and sweet, I watch the home lights softly glow Between the archéd trees Like lights of love along life's way Or by its chartless seas; I hear low greetings in the dusk, The word of friend to friend, The tender phrase of one who meets A love at journey's end; And o'er the village hearths and homes In fancy I can see The angel of the evening speak A benedicite! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUN by HAYDEN CARRUTH FUGUE FOR A DROWNED GIRL by JAMES GALVIN RETROSPECTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 4. THE LOTTERY GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |