After Sunset
The vast and solemn company of clouds Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds The level pasture, creeping up behind Through voiceless vales, o'er lawn and purpled hill And hazd mead, her mystery to fulfil. Cows low from far-off farms; the loitering wind Sighs in the hedge, you hear it if you will, Tho' all the wood, alive atop with wings Lifting and sinking through the leafy nooks, Seethes with the clamour of a thousand rooks. Now every sound at length is hush'd away. These few are sacred moments. One more Day Drops in the shadowy gulf of bygone things.
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"The vast and solemn company of clouds ..."
Exploring the themes of classic, William Allingham delivers a powerful performance in "After Sunset"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...