DUNCAN CAMPBELL SCOTT
PALLID saffron glows the broken stubble,Brimmed with silver lie the ruts,Purple the ploughed hill;Down a sluice with break and bubbleHollow falls the rill;Falls and spreads and searches,Where, beyond the wood,Starts a group of silver birches,Bursting into blood.Under Venus sings the vesper sparrow,Down a path of rosy goldFloats the slender moon;Ringing from the rounded barrowRolls the robin's tune;Lighter than the robin—hark!Quivering silver-strongFrom the field a hidden shore-larkShakes his sparkling song.Now the dewy sounds begin to dwindle,Dimmer grow the burnished rills,Breezes creep and halt,Soon the guardian night shall kindleIn the violet vault,All the twinkling tapers,Touched with steady gold,Burning through the lawny vaporsWhere they float and fold.
PALLID saffron glows the broken stubble,Brimmed with silver lie the ruts,Purple the ploughed hill;Down a sluice with break and bubbleHollow falls the rill;Falls and spreads and searches,Where, beyond the wood,Starts a group of silver birches,Bursting into blood.Under Venus sings the vesper sparrow,Down a path of rosy goldFloats the slender moon;Ringing from the rounded barrowRolls the robin's tune;Lighter than the robin—hark!Quivering silver-strongFrom the field a hidden shore-larkShakes his sparkling song.Now the dewy sounds begin to dwindle,Dimmer grow the burnished rills,Breezes creep and halt,Soon the guardian night shall kindleIn the violet vault,All the twinkling tapers,Touched with steady gold,Burning through the lawny vaporsWhere they float and fold.
PALLID saffron glows the broken stubble,Brimmed with silver lie the ruts,Purple the ploughed hill;Down a sluice with break and bubbleHollow falls the rill;Falls and spreads and searches,Where, beyond the wood,Starts a group of silver birches,Bursting into blood.
PALLID saffron glows the broken stubble,
Brimmed with silver lie the ruts,
Purple the ploughed hill;
Down a sluice with break and bubble
Hollow falls the rill;
Falls and spreads and searches,
Where, beyond the wood,
Starts a group of silver birches,
Bursting into blood.
Under Venus sings the vesper sparrow,Down a path of rosy goldFloats the slender moon;Ringing from the rounded barrowRolls the robin's tune;Lighter than the robin—hark!Quivering silver-strongFrom the field a hidden shore-larkShakes his sparkling song.
Under Venus sings the vesper sparrow,
Down a path of rosy gold
Floats the slender moon;
Ringing from the rounded barrow
Rolls the robin's tune;
Lighter than the robin—hark!
Quivering silver-strong
From the field a hidden shore-lark
Shakes his sparkling song.
Now the dewy sounds begin to dwindle,Dimmer grow the burnished rills,Breezes creep and halt,Soon the guardian night shall kindleIn the violet vault,All the twinkling tapers,Touched with steady gold,Burning through the lawny vaporsWhere they float and fold.
Now the dewy sounds begin to dwindle,
Dimmer grow the burnished rills,
Breezes creep and halt,
Soon the guardian night shall kindle
In the violet vault,
All the twinkling tapers,
Touched with steady gold,
Burning through the lawny vapors
Where they float and fold.