THE EVENING DARKENS OVER

Robert Bridges 1844-1930

The evening darkens over 

After a day so bright 

The windcapt waves discover 

That wild will be the night. 

There’s sound of distant thunder. 

The latest sea-birds hover 

Along the cliff’s sheer height; 

As in the memory wander 

Last flutterings of delight, 

White wings lost on the white. 

There’s not a ship in sight; 

And as the sun goes under 

Thick clouds conspire to cover 

The moon that should rise yonder. 

Thou art alone, fond lover. 

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