Classic Poem

Grey of the twilight come,
Spread those wide wings above our meadows, bring
Coolness and mist: make dumb
The jarring noise of day, and gently ring
Our woods and ponds with dimness: take away
All busy stir, but let the grey owl sway
Noiselessly over the bough like a lattle ghost:
And let the cricket in the dark hedge sing
His withered note: and, O Immortal Host,
Welcome this traveller to your drowsy hall
And, standing at the porch, speechless and tall,
Close the great doors, shut out the world, and shed
Your benediction on this drooping head.