ALREADY evening! In the duskiest nook Of yon dusk corner, under the Death's-head, Between the alembecs, thrust this legended, And iron-bound, and melancholy book, For I will read no longer. The loud brook Shelves his sharp light up shallow banks thin-spread; The slumbrous west grows slowly red, and red: Up from the ripened corn her silver hook The moon is lifting: and deliciously Along the warm blue hills the day declines: The first star brightens while she waits for me, And round her swelling heart the zone grows tight: Musing, half-sad, in her soft hair she twines The white rose, whispering "he will come to-night!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IN BLACK AND WHITE by KAREN SWENSON THE WILD FLOWER'S SONG by WILLIAM BLAKE ECHO AND THE FERRY by JEAN INGELOW TO A SHADE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS WAYCONNELL TOWER by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM THE UNSPOKEN by ANNE MILLAY BREMER THE TRAMPS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES FAMILIAR EPISTLES ON A SERMON, 'OFFICE & OPERATIONS OF HOLY SPIRIT': 2 by JOHN BYROM |