Pines, and a blur of lithe young grasses; Gold in a pool, from the western glow; Spread of wings where the last thrush passes -- And thoughts of you as the sun dips low. Quiet lane, and an irised meadow . . . (@3How many summers have died since then?@1) . . . I wish you knew how the deep'ning shadow Lies on the blue and green again! Dusk, and the sweep of field and hollow Etched in gray when a star appears: Sunset, . . . twilight, . . . and dark to follow, . . . And thoughts of you thro' a mist of tears. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN THE MISSISSIPPI: 1. EMBARKATION by JOHN GOULD FLETCHER CURFEW by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE REVENGE OF RAIN-IN-THE-FACE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE SCOTTISH CHRISTMAS by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN A COLD TEMPERAMENT by WILLIAM ROSE BENET A THOUGHT FROM SCHILLER by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE LOVE OF GOD by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY A GENUINE DIALOGUE BETWEEN A GENTLEWOMAN AT DERBY AND HER MAID by JOHN BYROM |