Луиза Сара Бевингтон (Louisa Sarah Bevington)

Afternoon

PURPLE headland over yonder,
    Fleecy, sun-extinguished moon,
I am here alone, and ponder
    On the theme of Afternoon.

Past has made a groove for Present,
    And what fits it is: no more.
Waves before the wind are weighty;
    Strongest sea-beasts shape the shore.

Just what is is just what can be,
    And the Possible is free;
'Tis by being, not by effort,
    That the firm cliff juts to sea.

With an uncontentious calmness
    Drifts the Fact before the "Law;"
So we name the ordered sequence
    We, remembering, foresaw.

And a law is mere procession
    Of the forcible and fit;
Calm of uncontested Being,
    And our thought that comes of it.

In the mellow shining daylight
    Lies the Afternoon at ease,
Little willing ripples answer
    To a drift of casual breeze.

Purple headland to the westward!
    Ebbing tide, and fleecy moon!
In the "line of least resistance,"
    Flows the life of Afternoon.

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