Clear Evening
THE crescent 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.
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 glinting,
And the inevitable night draws on;
I am alone, the old terror takes me.
Evenings will come like this when I am gone.
And the inevitable night draws on;
I am alone, the old terror takes me.
Evenings will come like this when I am gone.
Evenings and evenings years on years forever —
Be taut, my senses, close upon and keep
The scent, the growing chill, the gliding firefly,
A poem learned before I fall asleep.
Be taut, my senses, close upon and keep
The scent, the growing chill, the gliding firefly,
A poem learned before I fall asleep.