Читать книгу Birds and Nature, Vol. 10 No. 4 [November 1901] - Various - Страница 1
AN AUTUMN EVENING
ОглавлениеIn scattered plumes the floating clouds
Went drifting down the west,
Like barks that in their haven soon
Would moor and be at rest.
The Day sank down, a monarch tired,
Upon Night’s sable breast.
The wind was all but hushed to sleep,
Yet now and then it stirred
A great tree’s top, and whispering,
Awoke a slumbering bird,
Who half aroused, but only chirped
A song of just a word.
And in the west the rosy light
Spread out a thousand arms,
Each with a torch, whose crimson flame
Stretched o’er the peaceful farms,
And o’er the yellow corn, that lay
Unconscious of all harms.
Then changed into a waste of blue
A desert tract of air,
Where no rich clouds, like Indian flowers
Bore blossoms bright and fair;
And over all, a sense of want
And something lost was there.
– Walter Thornbury.