Evensong
Songs of Travel and Other Verses, 1896
The embers of the day are redBeyond the murky hill.The kitchen smokes: the bedIn the darkling house is spread:The great sky darkens overhead,And the great woods are shrill.So far have I been led,Lord, by Thy will:So far I have followed, Lord, and wondered still.
The breeze from the enbalmèd landBlows sudden toward the shore,And claps my cottage door.I hear the signal, Lord—I understand.The night at Thy commandComes. I will eat and sleep and will not question more.