Analysis of An Evening

In the evening the sky was overcast.

And through the grove full of silence and grief

A dark-golden shower went.

Distant evening bells faded away.

The earth has drunk icy water,

At the forest's edge a fire lay glowing,

The wind quietly sang with angel's voices

And shivering I have gone to the knee,

In the heather, in bitter cresses.

Far outside clouds swam in silver puddles,

Desolate guards of love.

The heath was lonesome and unmeasured.