The sun kept setting

The Sun kept setting -- setting -- still

No Hue of Afternoon --

Upon the Village I perceived

From House to House 'twas Noon.

The Dusk kept dropping -- dropping -- still

No Dew upon the Grass --

But only on my Forehead stopped --

And wandered in my Face --

My Feet kept drowsing -- drowsing -- still

My fingers were awake --

Yet why so little sound -- Myself

Unto my Seeming -- make?

How well I knew the Light before --

I could not see it now --

'Tis Dying -- I am doing -- but

I'm not afraid to know --