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Twilight Calm

Oh, pleasant eventide!

Clouds on the western side Grow grey and greyer, hiding the warm sun:

The bees and birds, their happy labours done,

Seek their close nests and bide.

Screened in the leafy wood The stock-doves sit and brood:

The very squirrel leaps from bough to bough But lazily; pauses; and settles now Where once he stored his food.

One by one the flowers close,

Lily and dewy rose Shutting their tender petals from the moon:

The grasshoppers are still; but not so soon Are still the noisy crows.

The dormouse squats and eats Choice little dainty bits Beneath the spreading roots of a broad lime Nibbling his fill he stops from time to time And listens where he sits.

From far the lowings come Of cattle driven home:

From farther still the wind brings fitfully The vast continual murmur of the sea,

Now loud, now almost dumb.

The gnats whirl in the air,

The evening gnats; and there The owl opes broad his eyes and wings to sail For prey; the bat wakes; and the shell-less snail Comes forth, clammy and bare.

Hark! that's the nightingale,

Telling the selfsame tale Her song told when this ancient earth was young:

So echoes answered when her song was sung In the first wooded vale.

We call it love and pain The passion of her strain;

And yet we little understand or know:

Why should it not be rather joy that so Throbs in each throbbing vein?

In separate herds the deer Lie; here the bucks, and here The does, and by its mother sleeps the fawn:

Through all the hours of night until the dawn They sleep, forgetting fear.

The hare sleeps where it lies,

With wary half-closed eyes;

The cock has ceased to crow, the hen to cluck:

Only the fox is out, some heedless duck Or chicken to surprise.

Remote, each single star Comes out, till there they are All shining brightly: how the dews fall damp!

While close at hand the glow-worm lights her lamp,

Or twinkles from afar.

But evening now is done As much as if the sun Day-giving had arisen in the East:

For night has come; and the great calm has ceased,

The quiet sands have run.

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Christina Georgina Rossetti

Christina Georgina Rossetti (5 December 1830 – 29 December 1894) was an English poet who wrote romantic, devotional, and children's poems. "Gobl…

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