The Tide of Even, and Other Poems, with Tales and Songs

The hollow leafy dingle, and the valley,
The bosom of the dark Scotch-fir plantation,
And basin of the river in the woodland,
Cometh the Tide of Even. From below,
Not from above, downwafted like a feather,
But from beneath, as from the caves of ocean,
Riseth the Tide of Even, grey and silent.

No! from the far above comes not the dark;
Not from the sungilt moon, nor from the stars,
But from the earth alone. Our darkest night
Is nothing but the shadow of the world,
Gliding out skyward.

Now the sun is setting;See, while his farewell fires fade slowly out, How the gloom rises in the quiet valleys,

280. 0

"COTTAGE CAROLS," 18/7

BODLEIANA

JOHNY
THE HILLS,

LONDON:

HALL, SMART, AND ALLEN,

25, PATERNOSTER-ROW:

WILLIAM WALKER AND SONS, OTLEY.

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