Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | January 3, 2009

POEM OF THE DAY: Winter Nightfall

by Robert Seymour Bridges (1844 – 1930).


Winter Nightfall


The day begins to droop,–

Its course is done:

But nothing tells the place

Of the setting sun.

The hazy darkness deepens,                  5

And up the lane

You may hear, but cannot see,

The homing wain.

An engine pants and hums

In the farm hard by:                                 10

Its lowering smoke is lost

In the lowering sky.

The soaking branches drip,

And all night through

The dropping will not cease                  15

In the avenue.

A tall man there in the house

Must keep his chair:

He knows he will never again

Breathe the spring air:                             20

His heart is worn with work;

He is giddy and sick

If he rise to go as far

As the nearest rick:

He thinks of his morn of life,                  25

His hale, strong years;

And braves as he may the night

Of darkness and tears.




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