Here you will find the Poem The Nocturne: Address to the Sunset of poet Robert Nichols
Exquisite stillness! What serenities Of earth and air! How bright atop the wall The stonecrop?s fire and beyond the precipice How huge, how hushed the primrose evenfall! How softly, too, the white crane voyages Yon honeyed height of warmth and silence, whence He can look down on islet, lake and shore And crowding woods and voiceless promontories Or, further gazing, view the magnificence Of cloud- like mountains and of mountainous cloud Or ghostly wrack below the horizon rim Not even his eye has vantage to explore. Now, spirit, find out wings and mount to him, Wheel where he wheels, where he is soaring soar. Hang where now he hangs in the planisphere - Evening?s first star and golden as a bee In the sun?s hair - for happiness is here!
