April Evening, France, April 1916 by John William Streets

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April Evening, France, April 1916 by John William Streets

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O sweet blue eve that seems so loath to die Trailing the sunset glory into night Within the soft, cool strangeness of thy light My heart doth seem to find its sanctuary The day doth verge with all its secret care The thrush is lilting vespers on the thorn; In Nature's inner heart seems to be born A sweet serenity; and over there Within the shadows of the stealing Night Beneath the benison of all her stars Men, stirr'd to passion by relentless Mars Laughing at Death, wagе an unceasing fight The thunder of thе guns, the scream of shells Now seem to rend the placid evening air: Yet as the night is lit by many a flare The thrush his love in one wild lyric tells O sweet blue eve! Lingering awhile with thee Before the earth with thy sweet dews are wet My heart all but thy beauty shall forget And find itself in thy serenity

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Writers
  • Will Streets