the quiet skies: <br />And from the west, <br />Where the sun, his day's work ended, <br />Lingers as in content, <br />There falls on the old, gray city <br />An influence luminous and serene, <br />A shining peace. <br /> <br />The smoke ascends <br />In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires <br />Shine and are changed. In the valley <br />Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun, <br />Closing his benediction, <br />Sinks, and the darkening air <br />Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night- <br />Night with her train of stars <br />And her great gift of sleep. <br /> <br />So be my passing! <br />My task accomplish'd and the long day done, <br />My wages taken, and in my heart <br />Some late lark singing, <br />Let me be gather'd to the quiet west, <br />The sundown splendid and serene, <br />Death.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-late-lark-twitters-from-the-quiet-skies/
