Ralph Hodgson

Here you will find the Poem The Late last Rook of poet Ralph Hodgson

The Late last Rook

The old gilt vane and spire receive 
The last beam eastward striking; 
The first shy bat to peep at eve 
Has found her to his liking. 
The western heaven is dull and grey, 
The last red glow has followed day. 
The late, last rook is housed and will 
With cronies lie till morrow; 
If there's a rook loquacious still 
In dream he hunts a furrow, 
And flaps behind a spectre team, 
Or ghostly scarecrows walk his dream.