Poetry.

Lake County Press, Issue 2184, 29 August 1907, Page 2

Poetry.

THE COMING OF THE DARK. Full-flushed, the sun dropt down

Rehind the hill: O’er hamlet and o'er town Blue haze rests still; Trembling, from dappled sky, The ling’ring light. With ambered tints anigh, Sinks from our sight.

With gray wings stately spread, The twilight goes Hov’ring from mystic bod Beneath the rose That in the gardensold Blushes bloom-deep, When day, its sweet tale told, Fast falls to sleep.

Then, sable-plumed and girt O’er mead and park, With low’ring eve alert, Stalks forth the dark ; Striding majestic on. Whilst clear afar His sentry-signal shone— The evening star.

The deeper heavens then Flash softened light O’er forest, Hood and fen, From star-eyes bright; The floating moon upsails, And o’er Night’s face Her pale gleam gently trails, Like silvern lace.

The cooing of the birds Is stilled at last;

The lowing, mild-eyed herds Have all gone past; Pence reigns throughout the land, And Nature then Proceeds with lavish hand O’er field and glen :

Whilst, from her dewy lips, xbe cooling mist, Like evening incense, dips, Till earth is kissed. Thus, too, amidst the (lowers The Hand Unseen, In midnight’s gloom-built hours, At work has been. —Robert W. Butters.

SONNET. The old rememherable barn—bow gray It loomed above the orchard and the spring!— The orchard where the robin used to sing, Building his nest beneath the blossomed spray. Where are the rose-bud maidens of that day ? Some, like the birds, afar have taken wing; Some sleep below, but memories oft they bring c , . Faint as remembered odours of the hay.

Ah, yet once more across the shadowy years She meets me in the gloaming! Down the lane Wo hear the dropping of the pasture bars ; It is the trysting hour, and kindly stars Bloom in the twilight trees, , . 0 Love! 0 Tears! O Youth that was—that will not come again ! —Lloyd Mifflin.