The Bird And The Hour

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Title:     The Bird And The Hour
Author: Archibald Lampman [More Titles by Lampman]

The sun looks over a little hill
And floods the valley with gold--
A torrent of gold;
And the hither field is green and still;
Beyond it a cloud outrolled,
Is glowing molten and bright;
And soon the hill, and the valley and all,
With a quiet fall,
Shall be gathered into the night.
And yet a moment more,
Out of the silent wood,
As if from the closing door
Of another world and another lovelier mood,
Hear'st thou the hermit pour--
So sweet! so magical!--
His golden music, ghostly beautiful.

[The end]
Archibald Lampman's poem: Bird And The Hour

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