Here you will find thePoemHesperof poet John Le Gay Brereton
Not till the sun, that brings to birth The myriad marvels of the earth And bids us look with wandering eyes On all that here about us lies, Has gone behind the hill, Do you, O peaceful evening star, Gaze on the dusk in which we are And draw the heart of hope and love To infinite deep on deep above And bid our care be still. All glorious pleasures of the day, When every sense may have its way And thought may touch the tiniest fact And gauge the motive and the act And measure our delight, Depart, and leave us to the quest Of quiet solitude and rest And knowledge that the plotting brain With all its science cannot gain But from the soul of Night.
