|
|
The Sun Has Set
By Emily Bronte
The sun has set, and the long grass now
Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone
In some warm nook a couch to find.
In all the lonely landscape round
I see no light and hear no sound,
Except the wind that far away
Come sighing o'er the healthy sea.
Extra Info:
|
|
Printable Page
Add Your Thoughts on this poem.
This page viewed 707 times.
|
|
