WE have passed the noonday summit, We have left the noonday heat, And down the hillside slowly Descend our weary feet. Yet the evening airs are balmy, And the evening shadows sweet. Our summer's latest roses Lay withered long ago; And even the flowers of autumn Scarce keep their mellowed glow. Yet a peaceful season woos us Ere the time of storms and snow. Like the tender twilight weather When the toil of day is done, And we feel the bliss of quiet Our constant hearts have won -- When the vesper planet blushes, Kissed by the dying sun. So falls that tranquil season, Dew-like, on soul and sight, Faith's silvery star rise blended With memory's sunset light, Wherein life pauses softly Along the verge of night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CREATION by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER UPON THE DEATH OF MY EVER CONSTANT FRIEND DOCTOR DONNE, DEAN OF PAUL'S by HENRY KING (1592-1669) GLOTTO'S TOWER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ELEGIAC STANZAS SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF PEELE CASTLE, IN A STORM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 15. ON DOMESTIC MANNERS (UNFINISHED) by MARK AKENSIDE SALOME by GUILLAUME APOLLINAIRE |