Winter Nightfall by Robert Bridges
b'Bridges read by Classic Poetry Aloud:\\nhttp://www.classicpoetryaloud.com/\\n\\nGiving voice to the poetry of the past.\\n\\n---------------------------------------------------\\n\\nWinter Nightfall\\n\\nby Robert Bridges (1844 - 1930)\\n\\nThe day begins to droop,\\u2014 \\n Its course is done: \\nBut nothing tells the place \\n Of the setting sun. \\n \\nThe hazy darkness deepens, \\n And up the lane \\nYou may hear, but cannot see, \\n The homing wain. \\n \\nAn engine pants and hums \\n In the farm hard by: \\nIts lowering smoke is lost \\n In the lowering sky. \\n \\nThe soaking branches drip, \\n And all night through \\nThe dropping will not cease \\n In the avenue. \\n \\nA tall man there in the house \\n Must keep his chair: \\nHe knows he will never again \\n Breathe the spring air: \\n \\nHis heart is worn with work; \\n He is giddy and sick \\nIf he rise to go as far \\n As the nearest rick: \\n \\nHe thinks of his morn of life, \\n His hale, strong years; \\nAnd braves as he may the night \\n Of darkness and tears'