The Evening Light poem – Alfred Austin

I

Angels their silvery trumpets blow,

At dawn, to greet the Morning Glow,

And mortals lift adoring eyes

To see the glorious sun arise.

Then, winged by Faith, and spurred by Hope

Youth scans the hill, youth scales the slope.

Its pulses bound, its thoughts exult,

It finds no danger difficult,

Quickens its pace, disdaining ease

Victor before it comes and sees,

Feeling the Universe its own,

The Sovereign of a Self-made Throne.

II

Each hope fulfilled, obtained each prayer,

We glory in the Noonday Glare.

Welcome the blinding heat of strife,

Deeming resistance part of life.

We deal the blow, return the stroke,

Fighting our way through dust and smoke,

Until, our battle-banner furled,

We tower above a conquered World;

Whether one leads mankind along

By gift of speech or grace of song,

Seizes by forceful hand the helm,

Or adds an Empire to the Realm,

Confronts the sun with forehead bare,

Exulting in the Noonday Glare.

III

But, as the lengthening shadows glide

Silent towards the eventide,

And dew baptizes leaf and flower

In twilight’s sanctuary hour,

A sacred Something haunts the air,

Tender as love, devout as prayer,

And in the lofty dome afar

Glimmers one bright outriding star,

Announcing to the watchful sight

Coming battalions of the Night.

Then Noonday Glare and Morning Glow

Fade into shadowy Long-ago.

One feels Earth’s vain ambitions fade

Into the vanished dust they made.

All that the glow of dawn foretold,

And all the glare of noon unrolled,

Seem nothing to the quiet joy

No clamour mars, no cares destroy,

‘Twixt restless day and restful night,

That cometh with the Evening Light.