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Poem by Lloyd Mifflin

The Evening Comes

The evening comes: the boatman lifts the net,
Poles his canoe and leaves it on the shore;
So low the stream he does not use the oar;
The umber rocks rise like a parapet
Up through the purple and the violet,
And the faint-heard and never-ending roar
Of moving waters lessens more and more,
While each vague object looms a silhouette.
The light is going; but low overhead
Poises the glory of the evening star;
The fisher, silent on the rocky bar,
Drops a still line in pools of fading red;
And in the sky, where all the day lies dead,
Slowly the golden crescent sinks afar. 

Lloyd Mifflin

Lloyd Mifflin's other poems:
  1. On the Twilight Headland--Theseus and Ariadne
  2. He Made the Stars Also
  3. The Sovereigns
  4. The Black Portals
  5. Fiat Lux

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