In the evening mist in the land <br />Where valleys meet the rivers and the streams <br />Where green darkens on the sides of hills <br />As soon the red dusk with stealthy step <br />Ascends now one hill, now this, now that <br />The evening mist arises from the depths <br />Of valleys where they meet <br />The rivers and the streams sad, quiet, still. <br />And in the evening mist <br />And from the evening mist <br />A statue black arises from the mist <br />And all around <br />The valleys meet the rivers and the streams <br />As soon as the red dusk with stealthy step <br />Ascends the hills, the sleeping hills.<br /><br />Emmanuel George Cefai<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-the-evening-mist-in-the-land/
