On A May Evening - Poem by Lucy Burrow
Daylight's twinkling eye now firmly shuts
And busy bird's nestmaking labours still.
Now all the land takes diff'rent hues of night
And hungry owl-call tones are heard to shrill;
Then, out across the lonely darkness, faint.....
At first, then louder, roaring wild.....
I hear the sea, a-calling me to play!
Like holidays, when I was just a child
And, musing in my middle years, I smile
For, now I live where holidays were spent
And take for granted gifts of sea and sun and air
Which, as a child for just two weeks were lent...
And, in that moment, listening to the night,
A voice within me now begins to sing
A song of thanks for riches fair as these
That gold and silver riches cannot bring.
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