OH, Twilight! Spirit that does render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams; Thy hour to all is welcome! Faint and sweet Thy light falls round the peasant's homeward feet, Who, slow returning from his task of toil, Sees the low sunset gild the cultured soil, And, tho' such radiance round him brightly glows, Marks the small spark his cottage window throws; Still as his heart forestalls his weary pace, Fondly he dreams of each familiar face, Recalls the treasures of his narrow life, His rosy children and his sunburnt wife, To whom @3his@1 coming is the chief event Of simple days in cheerful labour spent. The rich man's chariot hath gone whirling past, And those poor cottagers have only cast One careless glance on all that show of pride, Then to their tasks turn'd quietly aside; But @3him@1 they wait for, him they welcome home, Fond sentinels look forth to see him come; The fagot sent for when the fire grew dim, The frugal meal prepared are all for him; For him the watching of that sturdy boy, For him those smiles of tenderness and joy, For him -- who plods his sauntering way along, Whistling the fragment of some village song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEAUTIFUL SNOW by JOHN WHITAKER WATSON PRAYER OF AN UNEMPLOYED MAN by W. C. ACKERLY SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS PHILLIS INAMOROTA by LANCELOT ANDREWES |