Litten with lots and lots of little moons,
Broods o'er the bosky bank the guelder-rose;
She watches by the river as it goes,
Knowing its whispered secrets and its runes,
And that it's useless in these afternoons
Of midsummer; I hardly do suppose
A trout had stirred just then for all our throws
And feathered lures begirt of silk cocoons.
But now hath come the coolth and kindliness
Of eve, and we may get to work again;
See, there's a bulge, and there a fish came up,
And we anon shall levy toll and cess —
A brace mayhap; and still before the train
Have time for supper and a cider-cup!
I am busy working to bring Patrick Reginald Chalmers's "The Evening Rise" to life through some unique musical arrangements and will have a full analysis of the poem here for you later.
In the meantime, I invite you to explore the poem's themes, structure, and meaning. You can also check out the gallery for other musical arrangements or learn more about Patrick Reginald Chalmers's life and contributions to literature.
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