Chill of the eve

A long green swell

Slopes soft to the sea;

And a far-off bell

Swings sweet to me;

As the grey

Chill day

Slips away

From the lea.

Spread cold and far,

Without one glow

From a mild pale star,

Is the sky's steel bow;

And the grey

Chill day

Slips away

Below.

Yon green tree grieves

To the air around;

And the whispering leaves

Have a lonely sound;

As the grey

Chill day

Slips away

From the ground.

And dark, more dark,

The shades settle down;

Far off is a spark

From the lamp-lit town;

And the grey

Chill day

Slips away

With a frown.