Poems (Jordan)/Evening
For works with similar titles, see Evening.
EVENING
Loose-cloak'd in cloudlets clasped with stars,The Moon Day's hurried flight debars, And trips the hasting feetAcross her own unfastened beams;But, with what rude impatience seems, Doth Darkness aid retreat!
Below, the very Silence gasps,As Earth Day's ragged garment grasps, To hold him longer near;But with a wrench which sets him free,The now determined Day doth flee, And Evening is here!
Troubles and mists the sun obscure, Yet each as foils but serve to showIn blending-beauties—each mature— His Storms and Sun's co-woven bow!
Back of all good lies better Cause; Advance is made by Discontent,For Satisfaction bids us pause, And Progress sleeps within her tent.
Though humble gifts our spirits chafe, Who would Earth's best bestow, instead,—They are the bars which hold Him safe Within his homely manger bed!