Charles Mackintosh Poems
- My Joy Is Now Did you not hear me go? There was a loud ...
- Evenlode Evening comes with drifting twilight touching silent...
- Sunbeam The dappled sunbeam plays across her face And ...
- Sanctuary Flung down on blood rust tiles by some strange ...
- The Mummer Spring came with amber dawning light and ...
- Spring Captured in early Spring in the morning, As tree ...
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Evening comes with drifting twilight touching silent trees,
Leaves stilled and breathing faintest whispers on an air
Imbued with lilac grace and petal scents; the meadow leas
Sigh gently through their shadowed loams of camomile
And send their blossom'd hedgerows through the vale where
Bending ancient ways converge upon a distant stile.
Evenlode, venusian gem in deep pale blue above,
Traced round with soft-drawn stillform clouds hued rose on gray,
Tells brightly of a higher calmer natural love
Allowed them at this perfect ending of the day.