54646: Interval

<p dir="ltr"> Gone the wild day:<br> A wilder night<br> Coming makes way<br> For brief twilight.<br> Where the firm soaked road<br> Mounts and is lost<br> In the high beech-wood<br> It shines almost.<br> The beeches keep<br> A stormy rest,<br> Breathing deep<br> Of wind from the west.<br> The wood is black,<br> With a misty steam.<br> Above, the cloud pack<br> Breaks for one gleam.<br> But the woodman's cot<br> By the ivied trees<br> Awakens not<br> To light or breeze.<br> It smokes aloft<br> Unwavering:<br> It hunches soft<br> Under storm's wing.<br> It has no care<br> For gleam or gloom:<br> It stays there<br> While I shall roam,<br> Die, and forget<br> The hill of trees,<br> The gleam, the wet,<br> This roaring peace.<br></p>