At Nightfall

Comino nlong by the moadowg, .lust after tho am went lmv:i, Watchinjjf the gatherinff shadowa (.'reep over the hillsides brown; Coming nlonpr in the gloaming, "VVith nover a star ín the sky, My thoughts went a-roaming, i-rnirrnnjr,, Through days that are long #one by. Dnys when desiro Raid, "To-morrow, Ta-morrow, heurt, we'Il lie fray I" Days ere the henrt heard the sorrow Which eclioes thmuh yesterday. Life w:is n goblct bllrnished, ri'h;it with tove for wint; w;is filiad; The eup is brulsed and tarnlshed, And the precious wine is spilleJ. Ent to tho tmveler weary, Just coming in sijht of iiomo, Whitt does it matter how dreary The way whereby he has eonie? Coming nlons tiy the mcadows, And watchiiifr the fadiug day, Duskier thllu niíht's dusky sh'adows FeU shadows of yesterday. In the northern sunsrt's Klimmer The (} reat Rear opened his eycs ; Low in the e;ist a shirnmer Bbowcd where the full moon would rise. LijrhtR in a window were irleamin And some ono stood at the saté, Said: ".Whydnyon stand there dreamingf And why are you home so late?" Testerday's shadow and sorrow That moment all vimished awny! nero were to-day anl to-morruw- What matter lor yesterday?