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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
SUMMER TWILIGHT.
Some natures seem, like days in early spring,
Soft and most changeful, fair with light and shade;
And some are like gray autumn days that spread
A chill on all they meet; and others bring
A sense of patience and mute suffering,
Like summer days whereon the heat has laid
Such sudden silence, that the wind seems dead,
And the sun's light is veiled from everything:
Soft and most changeful, fair with light and shade;
And some are like gray autumn days that spread
A chill on all they meet; and others bring
A sense of patience and mute suffering,
Like summer days whereon the heat has laid
Such sudden silence, that the wind seems dead,
And the sun's light is veiled from everything:
But her deep nature I may liken to
A bounteous summer twilight, when one knows
An unimagined heaven of repose,
From which a new heaven opens to the view,
While there unfolds within the heart the sense
Of some divine, unknown omnipotence.
A bounteous summer twilight, when one knows
An unimagined heaven of repose,
From which a new heaven opens to the view,
While there unfolds within the heart the sense
Of some divine, unknown omnipotence.
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |