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.