She sits beside: through four low panes of glass The sun, a misty meadow, and the stream; Falling through rounded elms the last sunbeam Through night's thick fibre sudden barges pass With great forelights of gold, with trailing mass Of timber: rearward of their transient glearn The shadows settle, and profounder dream Enters, fulfils the shadows. Vale and grass Are now no more; a last leaf strays about, Then every wandering ceases; we remain. Clear dusk, the face of wind is on the sky: The eyes I love lift to the upper pane -- Their voice gives note of welcome quietly 'I love the air in which the stars come out.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ABU SALAMMAMM - A SONG OF EMPIRE by EZRA POUND THE OLD SEXTON by PARK BENJAMIN ALMSWOMEN by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY by ROBERT BROWNING APRIL'S LAMBS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BROOKLYN BRIDGE by CHARLES GEORGE DOUGLAS ROBERTS ON RECEIPT OF A RARE PIPE by W. H. B. |