The evening darkens over
After a day so bright,
The windcapt waves discover
That wild will be the night.
There's sound of distant thunder.
The latest sea-birds hover
Along the cliff's sheer height;
As in the memory wander
Last flutterings of delight,
White wings lost on the white.
There's not a ship in sight;
And as the sun goes under,
Thick clouds conspire to cover
The moon that should rise yonder.
Thou art alone, fond lover.
Robert Seymour Bridges OM (23 October 1844 – 21 April 1930) was Britain's poet laureate from 1913 to 1930. A doctor by training, he achieved literary fame only late in life. His poems reflect a deep Christian faith, and he is the author of many well-known hym…
View profile & all 27 Poems / StoriesWhither, O splendid ship, thy white sails crowding,Leaning across the bosom of the urgent West,
AbsenceWhen my love was away,
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake!The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
'Twas at that hour of beauty when the setting sunsquandereth his cloudy bed with rosy hues, to flood
I will not let thee go.Ends all our month-long love in this?
