Fair over all the land the level light
Streamed from the west and swept the valley floor,
Casting no shadows, but with wide embrace
Compassed each tree and clothed it for the night
With a pure robe of silk that, from the shore
To where the hills lifted their heads in space,
Spread fold on fold. A sense of calm delight,
Ethereal and chaste, thrilled to the core
One who gazed there and felt the hand of grace
Easing the fret and putting care to flight.
Too soon, too soon by palpable degrees
The glory faded and the world grew thrawn
Aging to night. Yet far beyond the trees
Already glimmering east proclaimed the dawn.
Weekly Times 22.6.62