Harriet Monroe

Here you will find the Poem After Sunset of poet Harriet Monroe

After Sunset

The forest was a shrine for her,
A temple richly dressed; 
And worshippers the tall trees were, 
Each to his prayer addressed. 
Scarce dared I lift my eyes, or stir, 
So deeply was I blessed.

She took to herself the waning day
Like a round twilight moon, 
Serenely rising far away? 
A silvery moon of June, 
That whiter than the morning is 
And fairer than the noon.

The dim world darkened round her?all 
Was night save where she shone,
Save where she stood so slim and small 
The shadowed earth upon;
As though the earth were new, and she 
Would light its fires anon.