Dusk and Dream

THE glories falter on the mountain crown,
The smooth blue heavens let their quiet down ;
And up the wood path, wandering in and in,
Now dusk and dream their ministry begin.
Blithe shapes peer after them, but well they know
They never may that slumbrous journey go ;
The little wondering lights no longer leap,
And leaf on leaf the cool trees droop in sleep.
Silence, all silence, save the far-off sound
Haunting for aye the darkened forest-ground ;
Memory of sweetest wind and bird that sing
Lives on, lives on, mixed in the murmuring.