Classic Poem

With life forever old yet new,
Changed not in kind but in degree
The instant made elernity. — R OBERT B ROWNING

I hear a young girl singing,
— Herself I cannot see:
The twilight time is bringing
— Shadows and mystery.

The clouds lie close together —
— Sheep folded for the night —
True omens of the weather
— For him who reads aright.

The patch of light is fading
— From Knockaroura's brow
Green trees and foliage shading
— Into the evening glow.

A hungry trout is leaping
— In the dark, winding stream,
Where low-bent trees are sweeping
— Waters that whirl and gleam.

O wondrous hour of even,
— When all the world is peace;
Earth were exchanged for heaven,
— Could Time his passing cease!