LIGHT ebbsfrom off the Earth; the fields are strange, Dusk, trackless, tenantless; now the mute sky Resigns itself to Night and Memory, And no wind will yon sunken clouds derange, No glory enrapture them; from cot or grange The rare voice ceases; one long-breathed sigh, And steeped in summer sleep the world must lie; All things are acquiescing in the change. Hush! while the vaulted hollow of the night Deepens, what voice is this the sea sends forth, Disconsolate iterance, a passionless moan? Ah! now the Day is gone, and tyrannous Light, And the calm presence of fruit-bearing Earth; Cry, Sea! it is thy hour; thou art alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND LOVELY CHANCE by SARA TEASDALE THE RUBAIYAT, 1879 EDITION: 23 by OMAR KHAYYAM DEWEY IN MANILA BAY [MAY 1, 1898] by RICHARD VORHEES RISLEY ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 7 by PHILIP SIDNEY |