Still, my heart, now sets the sun,
While the moor is resting,
Herds now homeward are begun,
And the stork is nesting.
Still, my heart, now sets the sun.
O’er the moor-path silence falls
As on roads so winding.
A late bumblebee is all
Keenest ears are finding.
Still, my heart, now sets the sun.
Briefly now the lapwing flies
O’er the bog-pond’s blushes,
Ere it folds its wings and lies
’Neath a roof of rushes.
Still, my heart, now sets the sun.
Eastern window-panes afar
Flare up in the gloaming,
Moorland ponds like tiny stars
Catch the sunset’s homing.
Still, my heart, now sets the sun!
Catch the sunset's homing with the muse of life. Nice work.
Such a relaxing poem. Although written in slightly archaic fashion, it's very pleasing even in our day and age.
Enjoying the fun of all being in Nature at sunset is really softening heart and mind reading this poem!
Nice to enjoy time in Nature according to the poet is making one to have vicarious pleasure with him there!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The refrain is facinating, alliteration is amazing and; last used simile pond like tiny stars cool. overall a good piece of evenfall.