I. M.-margaritae Sorori

William Ernest Henley

A late lark twitters from the quiet skies;
And from the west,
Where the sun, his day’s work ended,
Lingers as in content,
There falls on the old, grey city
An influence luminous and serene,
A shining peace.

The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze.  The spires
Shine, and are changed.  In the valley
Shadows rise.  The lark sings on.  The sun,
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with a sense of the triumphing night—
Night with her train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.

So be my passing!
My task accomplished and the long day done,
My wages taken, and in my heart
Some late lark singing,
Let me be gathered to the quiet west,
The sundown splendid and serene,
Death.

Next 10 Poems

• William Ernest Henley : I. M.-r. L. S. ( 1850-1894 )
• William Ernest Henley : If It Should Come To Be
• William Ernest Henley : In Fisherrow
• William Ernest Henley : In The Dials
• William Ernest Henley : In The Placid Summer Midnight
• William Ernest Henley : In The Year That's Come And Gone
• William Ernest Henley : Interior
• William Ernest Henley : Interlude
• William Ernest Henley : Invictus [i. M. To R. T. Hamilton Bruce ( 1846-1899 )]
• William Ernest Henley : It Came With The Threat Of A Waning Moon

Previous 10 Poems

• William Ernest Henley : I. M.-margaret Emma Henley ( 1888-1894 )
• William Ernest Henley : I. M. R. G. C. B. 1878
• William Ernest Henley : I Gave My Heart To A Woman
• William Ernest Henley : I Am The Reaper
• William Ernest Henley : House-surgeon
• William Ernest Henley : Gulls In An Aery Morrice
• William Ernest Henley : Grave
• William Ernest Henley : From A Window In Princes Street
• William Ernest Henley : Friends . . . Old Friends . . .
• William Ernest Henley : Fill A Glass With Golden Wine