And evening’s peace falls gently on the heart,
I bound away across the noisy years,
Unto the utmost verge of Memory’s land,
Where earth and sky in dreamy distance meet:
And memory dim, with dark oblivion joins;
Where woke the first remembered sounds that fell
Upon the ear in childhood’s early morn;
And wandering thence, along the rolling years,
I see the shadow of my former self
Gliding from childhood up to man’s estate.