After Albert Cuyp Poem by Silas Weir Mitchell

After Albert Cuyp



A SUNSET silence holds the patient land;
Against the sun the stolid cattle stand;
Framed hazy, in the gold that slips
Between the sails of lazy ships,
And floods with level, yellow light
The broad, green meadow grasses bright.

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