Explore "What the Traveller Said at Sunset" by John Greenleaf Whittier on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The shadows grow and deepen round me, I feel the deffall in the air; The muezzin of the darkening thicket, I hear the night-thrush call to prayer.
The evening wind is sad with farewells, And loving hands unclasp from mine; Alone I go to meet the darkness Across an awful boundary-line.