AT EVENTIDE.
I paced the village line at eve, The flaming sun had gone to rest, And left the clouds that flecked the heavens In glowing tints of crimson drest. There was no wind to stir the trees, The fragrant air was sweetly still; The white riru of the moon appeared. And faintly tipped the the verdurous hill. The poplars in the distance seemed As though they almost reached the sky ; While clouds above their vernal heads In quiet beauty floated by. No sjund was herd save notes of birds, That calmly rose and softly died ; Not eVn one zephyr came to blow, Or turn one blade of grass aside. The stars loDked white aud cold, and each Its image in the river placed; The while the moon with pensive smile The hills and vales and woodlands graced. Deep silence reigned on land and sea, So great that soon it seemed a power; One might have heard a green leaf stir, Or dewdrop shaken from a flower. Rare odours lay upon the air, The clouds now vanished one by one ; Till every vestige of the day, The sunset's blush, all, all had gone. The suadows of the trees lay still, The lane looked like a path of light; The great white splendour of the day £Ct»d boon ti AiiotlgmoO. l*j *>1»— «»-gl»* " —'From tie " Gentleman's Mijrazine."
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Southland Times, Issue 1093, 20 January 1869, Page 3
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226AT EVENTIDE. Southland Times, Issue 1093, 20 January 1869, Page 3
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