After dark vapours have
oppress'd our plains
For a long dreary season comes a day
Born of the gentle south
And clears away
From the sick heavens
All unseemly stains
And calmest thoughts
Come round us as of leaves
Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves
The anxious mouth relieving of it pains
Takes a long lost night the feel of May
The eyelids with the passing coolness play
Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains
And calmest thoughts
come round us as of leaves
Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves
The gradual sand that through
An hour-glass runs
A woodland rivulet a poet's death