Poets

Slowly England's sun was setting o'er the hilltops far away, Filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day; And its last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair ― He with steps so slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair;

'Twas seed-time in Heaven; the angel whose care Is for Eden's blossoms, - that angel more fair Than all her fair sisters, twin spirits of air, - That angel whose footsteps, wherever they tread,

In the deepening shades of twilight Stood a maiden, young and fair; Rain-drops gleamed on cheek and forehead, Rain-drops glistened in her hair.