Songs of Travel and Other Verses: Evensong

Evensong

THE embers of the day are red
Beyond the murky hill.
The kitchen smokes: the bed
In the darkling house is spread:
The great sky darkens overhead,
And the great woods are shrill.
So far have I been led,
Lord, by Thy will:
So far I have followed, Lord, and wondered still.

The breeze from the enbalmed land
Blows sudden toward the shore,
And claps my cottage door.
I hear the signal, Lord-- I understand.
The night at Thy command
Comes. I will eat and sleep and will not question more.

Written at Vailima.

THE END.

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