55078: Sowing

<p dir="ltr"> It was a perfect day<br> For sowing; just<br> As sweet and dry was the ground<br> As tobacco-dust.<br> I tasted deep the hour<br> Between the far<br> Owl's chuckling first soft cry<br> And the first star.<br> A long stretched hour it was;<br> Nothing undone<br> Remained; the early seeds<br> All safely sown.<br> And now, hark at the rain,<br> Windless and light,<br> Half a kiss, half a tear,<br> Saying good-night.<br></p>