Evensong

BEAUTY calls and gives no warning,

Shadows rise and wander on the day.

In the twilight, in the quiet evening,

We shall rise and smile and go away.

Over the flaming leaves

Freezes the sky.

It is the season grieves,

Not you, not I.

All our spring-times, all our summers,

We have kept the longing warm within.

Now we leave the after-comers

To attain the dreams we did not win.

O we have wakened, Sweet, and had our birth,

And that’s the end of earth;

And we have toiled and smiled and kept the light,

And that’s the end of night.