The vast and solemn company of clouds <br />Around the Sun's death, lit, incarnadined, <br />Cool into ashy wan; as Night enshrouds <br />The level pasture, creeping up behind <br />Through voiceless vales, o'er lawn and purpled hill <br />And hazéd mead, her mystery to fulfil. <br />Cows low from far-off farms; the loitering wind <br />Sighs in the hedge, you hear it if you will,-- <br />Tho' all the wood, alive atop with wings <br />Lifting and sinking through the leafy nooks, <br />Seethes with the clamour of a thousand rooks. <br />Now every sound at length is hush'd away. <br />These few are sacred moments. One more Day <br />Drops in the shadowy gulf of bygone things.<br /><br />William Allingham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/after-sunset/
