名人诗歌|Flame and Shadow(52)

In a Garden

The world is resting without sound or motion, Behind the apple tree the sun goes down Painting with fire the spires^{1 and the windows In the elm-shaded town.}

Beyond the calm Connecticut the hills lie Silvered with haze^{2 as fruits still fresh with bloom, The swallows weave in flight across the zenith On an aerial loom3.}

Into the garden peace comes back with twilight^{4, Peace that since noon had left the purple phlox, The heavy-headed asters, the late roses And swaying hollyhocks. For at high-noon I heard from this same garden The far-off murmur5 as when many come； Up from the village surged the blind and beating Red music of a drum；}

And the hysterical^{6 sharp fife that shattered The brittle7 autumn air, While they came, the young men marching Past the village square. . . .}

Across the calm Connecticut the hills change To violet, the veils of dusk are deep Earth takes her children's many sorrows calmly And stills herself to sleep.