WHEN the low sun descends on Hamlet hill
And this my maple throws a longer line
Of lengthening shadow down across the slope,
Then has a day departed, casting yet
A lingering light from sidelong slopes and hills
That run into the west. Much would I love
One passing day to live beneath my tree,
And there within its shadow on the earth
Move with the moving sun a mutual course.
First in the dawning is the crystal light
Scarce sprinkled o’er the hill, while all the heaven
Sheds seeming equal brightness on the world;
But after comes the round, revealing sun,
To mark his influence and define the earth,
Giving my tree its shadow on the ground.
And therein would I rest and through the day
Follow it lengthening downward past the noon;
See the light grasses and the brows
(Philip Henry Savage)
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