The earth is purple in the evening light,
The grass is graver green.
The gold among the meadows darker glows,
In the quieted air the blackbird sings more loud.
The sky has lost its rose –
Nothing more than this candle now shines bright.
Were there but natural night, how easy were
The putting-by of sense
At the day’s end, and if no heavier air
Came o’er the mind in a thick-falling cloud.
But now there is no light
Within; and to this innocent night how dark my night!
(John Freeman)
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