As In A Boundless Sea In Darkening Fields And Meadows Poem by Ivan Bunin

As in a boundless sea in darkening fields and meadows
The sunset's tristful rays fade and then sink from sight,
And in mute twilights wake, over the steppe the shadows
Creep swiftly, bringing night.

Soft sound the gophers' calls, and, ne'er the stillness waking,
Jerboas now appear - two or perhaps just one.
They ghost-like haunt the plain, great leaps across it taking,
And all at once are gone…