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 hazéd 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.

by William Allingham

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A wonderful imagery of 'after sunset' drawn so beautifully! 'Cows low from far-off farms; the loitering wind Sighs in the hedge, you hear it if you will, - ' - loved these two lines the most!
Very fine description of evening....the sunset. ........
After Sunset-One more Day// beautiful poem
A great poem.. fine thinking. tony
A wonderful write by William Allingham........
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