Clear Evening
Thecrescent moon is large enough to lingerA little while after the twilight goes,This moist midsummer night the garden perfumesAre earth and apple, dewy pine and rose.Over my head four new-cut stars are glintingAnd the inevitable night draws on;I am alone, the old terror takes me,Evenings will come like this when I am gone;Evenings on evenings, years on years forever—Be taut, my spirit, close upon and keepThe scent, the brooding chill, the gliding fire-fly,A poem learned before I fall asleep.
Thecrescent moon is large enough to lingerA little while after the twilight goes,This moist midsummer night the garden perfumesAre earth and apple, dewy pine and rose.Over my head four new-cut stars are glintingAnd the inevitable night draws on;I am alone, the old terror takes me,Evenings will come like this when I am gone;Evenings on evenings, years on years forever—Be taut, my spirit, close upon and keepThe scent, the brooding chill, the gliding fire-fly,A poem learned before I fall asleep.
Thecrescent moon is large enough to lingerA little while after the twilight goes,This moist midsummer night the garden perfumesAre earth and apple, dewy pine and rose.
Thecrescent moon is large enough to linger
A little while after the twilight goes,
This moist midsummer night the garden perfumes
Are earth and apple, dewy pine and rose.
Over my head four new-cut stars are glintingAnd the inevitable night draws on;I am alone, the old terror takes me,Evenings will come like this when I am gone;
Over my head four new-cut stars are glinting
And the inevitable night draws on;
I am alone, the old terror takes me,
Evenings will come like this when I am gone;
Evenings on evenings, years on years forever—Be taut, my spirit, close upon and keepThe scent, the brooding chill, the gliding fire-fly,A poem learned before I fall asleep.
Evenings on evenings, years on years forever—
Be taut, my spirit, close upon and keep
The scent, the brooding chill, the gliding fire-fly,
A poem learned before I fall asleep.