| The evening darkens over After a day so bright, The windcapt waves discover That wild will be the night. There's sound of distant thunder.
The latest sea-birds hover Along the cliff's sheer height; As in the memory wander Last flutterings of delight, White wings lost on the white.
There's not a ship in sight; And as the sun goes under, Thick clouds conspire to cover The moon that should rise yonder. Thou art alone, fond lover The Evening Darkens Over Robert Bridges. |