Winter Nightfall
Robert Bridges
1844 to 1930
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In the farm hard by:
The day begins to droop,—
As the nearest rick:
Of darkness and tears.
And up the lane
Its course is done:
In the avenue.
Of the setting sun.
You may hear, but cannot see,
Must keep his chair:
He is giddy and sick
In the lowering sky.
Breathe the spring air:
He thinks of his morn of life,
The dropping will not cease
And braves as he may the night
An engine pants and hums
If he rise to go as far
But nothing tells the place
Its lowering smoke is lost
He knows he will never again
A tall man there in the house
And all night through
The hazy darkness deepens,
His hale, strong years;
His heart is worn with work;
The soaking branches drip,
The homing wain.