Pine-Trees and the Sky: Evening
by Rupert Brooke

I'd watched the sorrow of the evening sky
And smelt the sea, and earth, and the warm clover
And heard the waves, and the seagull's mocking cry

And in them all was only the old cry
That song they always sing -- "The best is over
You may remember now, and think, and sigh
O silly lover!
And I was tired and sick that all was over
And because I
For all my thinking, never could recove
One moment of the good hours that were over
And I was sorry and sick, and wished to die

Then from the sad west turning wearily
I saw the pines against the white north sky
Very beautiful, and still, and bending ove
Their sharp black heads against a quiet sky
And there was peace in them; and
Was happy, and forgot to play the lover
And laughed, and did no longer wish to die
Being glad of you, O pine-trees and the sky