Lilac and green of the sky, <br />Brown of the broken earth, <br />Apple trees whitening high, <br />May and the Summer's birth. <br /> <br />Voices of children and mirth <br />Singing of clouds that are ships, <br />Sure to sail into the firth <br />Where the sun's anchor now dips. <br /> <br />Here is our garden that sips <br />Sweets that the May bestows, <br />Breath of laburnum lips, <br />Breath of the lilac and rose. <br /> <br />Blossoms of blue will close <br />After the ships are gone, <br />Drinking the dew in a doze <br />Under the dark till the dawn. <br /> <br />Twilight and ships crowd on <br />Into the road of the West, <br />After the sun where he shone <br />Reddening down to rest.<br /><br />Thomas MacDonagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sundown-6/
