Day’s End
Swiftly at set of sun,
The long day being done,
I seek my love;
Her whom my heart doth hold
Dearer than gems and gold
Or treasure trove.
Still are her eyes and cool
As some clear mountain pool
Fern-hid and lone,
Some reed-edged pool that lies
Blue under star-lit skies,
The wild-fowl flown;
The ousel’s fluting note
Hushed in his dappled throat,
The night wind still—
And over all the peace
Which is my soul’s release
From life sore-spent and days that reckon ill.