Gone and passed is the gold of day,
And the evening's brown and blue:
Silenced the shepherd's tender flute
And the evening's brown and blue
Gone and passed as is the gold of day.
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A poet needs to keep his wilderness alive inside him. To remain a poet after forty requires an awareness of your darkest Africa, that part of yourself that will never be tamed.
by Henry Clay Work
"Come, rest with me now, my silver horn!
My melodious joy, my silver horn!
These many long years my constant friend,
Together let our toiling end.