The Sun Kept Setting setting still

poem 692

The Sun kept setting setting still No Hue of Afternoon Upon the Village I perceived From House to House ’twas Noon The Dusk kept dropping dropping still No Dew upon the Grass But only on my Forehead stopped And wandered in my Face My Feet kept drowsing drowsing still My fingers were awake Yet why so little sound Myself Unto my Seeming make? How well I knew the Light before I could see it now ‘Tis Dying I am doing but I’m not afraid to know