Friday, September 14, 2007

Poetry Friday - Evensong

As the days get shorter and the air becomes crisper, this poem seems more and more appropriate.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

The embers of the day are red
Beyond the murky hill.
The kitchen smokes: the bed
In the darkling house is spread:
The great sky darkens overhead,
And the great woods are shrill.
So far have I been led,
Lord, by Thy will:
So far I have followed, Lord, and wondered still.

The breeze from the enbalmed land
Blows sudden toward the shore,
And claps my cottage door.
I hear the signal, Lord - I understand.
The night at Thy command
Comes. I will eat and sleep and will not question more.

The round-up this week is over at HipWriterMama.


Alkelda the Gleeful said...

Good words. Thank you.

cloudscome said...

I needed to hear these words today. Thank you.

HipWriterMama said...

Very nice.