Evening

I will go out and meet the evening hours
And greet them one by one as friend greets friend
Where many a tall poplar summit towers
On summit, shrines of quietness that send
Their silence through the blue air like a wreath
Of sacrificial flame unwavering
In the deep evening stillness, when no breath
Sets the faint tendrils floating on light wing
Over the long dim fields mist-islanded
I will go out and meet them one by one
And learn the things old timеs have left unsaid
And read thе secrets of an age long gone
And out of twilight and the darkening plain
Build up all that old quiet world again