第101章

DYING.

The sun kept setting, setting still;

No hue of afternoon Upon the village I perceived, --From house to house 't was 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.

'T is dying, I am doing; but I'm not afraid to know.