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III
EAST KENNET CHURCH AT EVENING
I stood amongst the corn, and watched
The evening coming down.
The rising vale was like a queen,
And the dim church her crown.
Crown-like it stood against the hills.
Its form was passing fair.
I almost saw the tribes go up
To offer incense there.
And far below the long vale stretched.
As a sleeper she did seem
That after some brief restlessness
Has now begun to dream.
(All day the wakefulness of men,
Their lives and labours brief,
Have broken her long troubled sleep.
Now, evening brings relief.)
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