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An Evening.
The clear-cut outlines of a spire Spring from a mass of eucalypt Sharply against the sky,—still tippedWith one last gleam of lingering fire.
So solemnly the shadows creep; On dovelike wings Night flutters down Lights twinkle in the little town;The valley lies in quiet sleep.
So comes the dark, so fades the light, On all those leagues of tossing sea That lie between my home and me,And glimmer to the stars all night.
And so, beloved, silently In thine own land the shadows fall On grassy lawn, and garden-wall,On shining sand, and troubled sea,—
On paths thy feet shall never tread,— On fields thine eyes shall never see,— And on thy new home, strange to me,That silent City of the Dead!
Yea, stillness rests, O Tried and True, On hand and heart, on lips and eyes! On thee eternal silence lies,On thee is utter darkness too.
We lost too much in losing thee, Yet we who knew and loved thee best, Wish thee an everlasting rest,Night came on thee so quietly.
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