The sun has sunk beneath the skies, <br />But leaves a soft warm glow behind; <br />And, climbing slowly down, he dies, <br />Like me to heavy rest inclined: <br />My eyes are drowsy and call for sleep; <br />For they were not long dark this morn: <br />I'll now let Rest upon me creep, <br />And slumber as the night is born.<br /><br />David Mitchell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-late-evening-poem/
