With pale ray–for she hath no fellow yet–
The eve–star shineth out above the west;
The sheep–bell tinkles, and the fold is set;
The swinkt kine, one by one, are laid to rest;
The rooks have ceased from chattering in their nest;
And shepherds whistle homeward through the gray
And misty flats, where from the elm–wood’s breast
Forth rise, empurpled with the parting day,
The dim embattled tops of solemn Muchelnaye.
Before the rosy streak had vanish
(Henry Alford)
More Poetry from Henry Alford:
- The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Fifth. (Henry Alford Poems)
- The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Sixth (Henry Alford Poems)
- The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Fourth. (Henry Alford Poems)
- The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Second. (Henry Alford Poems)
- The School Of The Heart. Lesson The First (Henry Alford Poems)
- The School Of The Heart. Lesson The Third. (Henry Alford Poems)