XVIII
The evening darkens over,
After a day so bright
The windcapt waves discover
That wild will be the night.
There's sound of distant thunder.
The latest sea-birds hover
Along the cliff's sheer height;
As in the memory wander
Last flutterings of delight,
White wings lost on the white.
There's not a ship in sight;
And as the sun goes under
Thick clouds conspire to cover
The moon that should rise yonder.
Thou art alone, fond lover.
~~
Robert Bridges
from Shorter Poems, 1890
[Poem is in the public domain in Canada, the United States, and the European Union]
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