The sun has set, and the long grass now <br />Waves dreamily in the evening wind; <br />And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone <br />In some warm nook a couch to find. <br /> <br />In all the lonely landscape round <br />I see no light and hear no sound, <br />Except the wind that far away <br />Come sighing o'er the healthy sea.<br /><br />Emily Jane Brontë<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-has-set-3/
