
The speaker watches a blood-red sun sink behind the hills, casting misty radiance over brown valleys, wheat fields, and daisied down. Shadows from small trees stretch across a pond, while darkness deepens in the distant wood. As evening surpasses day in beauty, stirring leaves resemble the sound of rain and the air itself seems to rest. Long black shadows spread beneath the crimson western sky until darkness takes over. The speaker says good-night, awaiting the sun’s return in the east, and hears a friend’s answering call across the dark.
By Marie Van Vorst · First published 1918 · Genre: Lyric Poetry, Nature Poetry, Pastoral Poetry · 202 words
To-night I watch the sun go down, / Blood-red it sinks behind the hills. / The deep low-lying valleys brown, / The wheat fields, and the daisied down, / The bright, mist-shrouded radiance fills.
Across the surface of the pond / The small trees throw their dark shadows: / Whilst in the outlying wood beyond / The deeper darkness broods and grows.
The day is no awakener / To greater beauty, than day's wane. / The little leaves that move and stir / Make noise as of the sound of rain.
The very air is gone to rest, / And long and black the shadows lie, / As over all the crimson west / The darkness follows up the sky.
Evening Time is listed on Textopian as a poem by Marie Van Vorst, dated 1918 CE.
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