In the first pale flush of even
When the sun is hardly down,
Ere the stars are in the heaven,
Ere the shadows turn to brown;
When the eastern sky is darkened
And the zenith still is blue,
I have stood and dimly hearkened
To the falling of the dew.
I have stood within the hollow
By low, rolling hummocks made,
Close beside a sloping fallow
In the bottom of a glade,
While the west was slowly dying;
And the dark east followed fast,
Swarming over, swiftly flying
Till the world was overcast,
Downward, past the dim horizon
Till the valley filled with night,
And the cool earth-whisper rising,
Filled me with a wild delight!
Let the day go by to even.
Hark! the distant vespers’ toll.
When the sun is set in heaven
It is sunrise in the soul.
(Philip Henry Savage)
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