Toggle Dropdown Serif Sans-serif Monospaced Dyslexic Bold Italic Font size: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 Mark as read [object Object] Only page of title 169 13 Very Easy I. MORNING The village fades away Where I last night came Where they housed me and fed me And never asked my name. The sun shines bright, my step is light, I, who have no abode, Jeer at the stuck, monotonous Black posts along the road. II. MIDDAY The wood is still, As here I sit My heart drinks in The peace of it. A something stirs I know not where Some quiet spirit In the air. O tall straight stems! O cool deep green! O hand unfelt! O face unseen! III. EVENING The evening closes in, As down this last long lane I plod; there patter round First heavy drops of rain. Feet ache, legs ache, but now Step quickens as I think Of mounds of bread and cheese And something hot to drink. IV. NIGHT Ah! sleep is sweet, but yet I will not sleep awhile Nor for a space forget The toil of that last mile; But lie awake and feel The cool sheets' tremulous kisses O'er all my body steal. Is sleep as sweet as this is? End of title Sign in to unlock this title Sign in to continue reading, it's free! As an unregistered user you can only read a little bit. Links External resources bookshop Wikipedia Project Gutenberg Goodreads Google Books
The village fades away Where I last night came Where they housed me and fed me And never asked my name.
The sun shines bright, my step is light, I, who have no abode, Jeer at the stuck, monotonous Black posts along the road.
The evening closes in, As down this last long lane I plod; there patter round First heavy drops of rain.
Feet ache, legs ache, but now Step quickens as I think Of mounds of bread and cheese And something hot to drink.
Ah! sleep is sweet, but yet I will not sleep awhile Nor for a space forget The toil of that last mile;
But lie awake and feel The cool sheets' tremulous kisses O'er all my body steal. Is sleep as sweet as this is?
