I HEAR the bells at eventide Peal softly one by one, Near and far off they break and glide; Across the stream float faintly beautiful The antiphonal bells of Hull; The day is done, done, done, The day is done. The dew has gathered in the flowers, Like tears from some unconscious deep: The swallows whirl around the towers, The light runs out beyond the long cloud bars, And leaves the single stars; 'T is time for sleep, sleep, sleep, 'T is time for sleep. The hermit thrush begins again, -- Timorous eremite -- That song of risen tears and pain, As if the one he loved was far away: 'Alas! another day --' 'And now Good Night, Good Night,' Good Night.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BUGLER'S FIRST COMMUNION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS THE ORACLES by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THREE BLIND MICE by MOTHER GOOSE ON A LADY WHO FANCIED HERSELF A BEAUTY by CHARLES SACKVILLE (1637-1706) THE DAISY; WRITTEN AT EDINBURGH by ALFRED TENNYSON MY SHIP by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN |