Over the misty hills at evening-time, In level light, a golden stillness falls; Out of the reeds beside the sleeping stream Tremulous, faint, a wandering night-bird calls. The flaming red of morning led to this; Ended in this, the threatening, stormy sky; It was for this, the long hours' heat and strife, Coolness, and quiet, and a lonely cry. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...Γενεθλιακον by JOSEPH BEAUMONT PSALM 53 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE BATTALION IN REST by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PROPHET by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE SABBATH by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |