After dark vapours have oppress'd our plains For a long dreary season comes a day Born of the gentle south And clears away From the sick heavens All unseemly stains And calmest thoughts Come round us as of leaves Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves The anxious mouth relieving of it pains Takes a long lost night the feel of May The eyelids with the passing coolness play Like rose leaves with the drip of summer rains And calmest thoughts come round us as of leaves Smiling at eve upon the quiet sheaves The gradual sand that through An hour-glass runs A woodland rivulet a poet's death