And here face down beneath the sun <br />And here upon earth's noonward height <br />To feel the always coming on <br />The always rising of the night: <br /> <br />To feel creep up the curving east <br />The earthy chill of dusk and slow <br />Upon those under lands the vast <br />And ever climbing shadow grow <br /> <br />And strange at Ecbatan the trees <br />Take leaf by leaf the evening strange <br />The flooding dark about their knees <br />The mountains over Persia change <br /> <br />And now at Kermanshah the gate <br />Dark empty and the withered grass <br />And through the twilight now the late <br />Few travelers in the westward pass <br /> <br />And Baghdad darken and the bridge <br />Across the silent river gone <br />And through Arabia the edge <br />Of evening widen and steal on <br /> <br />And deepen on Palmyra's street <br />The wheel rut in the ruined stone <br />And Lebanon fade out and Crete <br />high through the clouds and overblown <br /> <br />And over Sicily the air <br />Still flashing with the landward gulls <br />And loom and slowly disappear <br />The sails above the shadowy hulls <br /> <br />And Spain go under and the shore <br />Of Africa the gilded sand <br />And evening vanish and no more <br />The low pale light across that land <br /> <br />Nor now the long light on the sea: <br /> <br />And here face downward in the sun <br />To feel how swift how secretly <br />The shadow of the night comes on...<br /><br />Archibald MacLeish<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-andrew-marvell/
