As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadows <br />The sunset's tristful rays fade and then sink from sight, <br />And in mute twilights wake, over the steppe the shadows <br /> Creep swiftly, bringing night. <br /> <br />Soft sound the gophers' calls, and, ne'er the stillness waking, <br />Jerboas now appear - two or perhaps just one. <br />They ghost-like haunt the plain, great leaps across it taking, <br /> And all at once are gone…<br /><br />Ivan Bunin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-in-a-boundless-sea-in-darkening-fields-and-meadows/
