Then will a quiet gather round the door, And settle on those evening fields again, Where women watch the slow, home-coming men Across brown acres hoofed and hurt no more, The sound of children's feet be on the floor, When lamps are lit, and stillness deeper falls, Unbroken, save where cattle in their stalls Keep munching patiently upon their store. Only a scar beside the pasture gate, A torn and naked tree upon the hill, What times remembered, will remind them still Of long disastrous days they knew of late; Till these, too, yield for sweet, accustomed things, -- And a man ploughs, a woman sews and sings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUATORZAINS: 5. TO NIGHT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND HEART OF HAMPSHIRE by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB SPRING AFTER THE WAR by PHOEBE CARY GOD BLESS THEE, BOY by ELIZA COOK TO A DEAD POET by ELEANOR ROGERS COX |