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