Wild honey from various thyme By Michael Field [i.e. K. H. Bradley and E. E. Cooper] |
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NIGHTFALL
She sits beside: through four low panes of glassThe 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 gleam
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.”
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