Underneath the Bough: A Book of Verses

by George Allan England

With thoughts of love, when drowsy Noon the same

Poised, equal distance holds, twixt dawn and night.

I love thee when the West begins to glow,

And when the restless winds lie still in heaven;

I love thee when the deep’ning shadows fall,

As comes with Tyrian dye, soft, purple even;

But when, from out the waters, rises slow

The noiseless Night, I love thee best of all.

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