A long green, swell Slopes soft to the sea; And a far-off bell Swings sweet to me; As the grey Chill day Slips away From the lea. Spread cold and far, Without one glow From a mild pale star, Is the sky's steel bow; And the grey Chill day Slips away Below. Yon green tree grieves To the air around; And the whispering leaves Have a lonely sound; As the grey Chill day Slips away From the ground. And dark, more dark, The shades settle down; Far off is a spark From the lamp-lit town; And the grey Chill day Slips away With a frown. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WRITTEN ON A WALL AT WOODSTOCK by ELIZABETH I DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD THE BATTLE-SONG OF GUSTAVUS ADOLPHUS by MICHAEL ALTENBURG SOTTO VOCE by HAROLD MARTIN BOWMAN THE LANGUAGE OF THE EYES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY: OF PROPRIETY by CHARLES STUART CALVERLEY |