Winter Nightfall

Robert Bridges

1844 to 1930

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Winter Nightfall - Track 1

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The day begins to droop,—
     Its course is done:
But nothing tells the place
      Of the setting sun.

The hazy darkness deepens,
     And up the lane
You may hear, but cannot see,
     The homing wain.

An engine pants and hums
     In the farm hard by:
Its lowering smoke is lost
     In the lowering sky.

The soaking branches drip,
     And all night through
The dropping will not cease
     In the avenue.

A tall man there in the house
     Must keep his chair:
He knows he will never again
     Breathe the spring air:

His heart is worn with work;
     He is giddy and sick
If he rise to go as far
     As the nearest rick:

He thinks of his morn of life,
     His hale, strong years;
And braves as he may the night
     Of darkness and tears.