The vast and solemn company of clouds
Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined,
Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds
The level pasture, creeping up behind
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Through voiceless vales, o'er lawn and purpled hill And hazéd mead, her mystery to fulfil. Cows low from far-off farms; the loitering wind Sighs in the hedge, you hear it if you will, --What most beautiful true poetry this is!
Excellent poem. These few are sacred moments. One more Day Drops in the shadowy gulf of bygone things.
A wonderful imagery of 'after sunset' drawn so beautifully! 'Cows low from far-off farms; the loitering wind Sighs in the hedge, you hear it if you will, - ' - loved these two lines the most!
The description of that sad and nostalgic sense of twilight is so wonderfully captured in this sonnet.
Company of clouds! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
The loitering wind sighs in the hedge Fantastic conceptualization.
Amazing imagery depicting the futile moments.