And here face down beneath the sun br And here upon earth's noonward height br To feel the always coming on br The always rising of the night: br br To feel creep up the curving east br The earthy chill of dusk and slow br Upon those under lands the vast br And ever climbing shadow grow br br And strange at Ecbatan the trees br Take leaf by leaf the evening strange br The flooding dark about their knees br The mountains over Persia change br br And now at Kermanshah the gate br Dark empty and the withered grass br And through the twilight now the late br Few travelers in the westward pass br br And Baghdad darken and the bridge br Across the silent river gone br And through Arabia the edge br Of evening widen and steal on br br And deepen on Palmyra's street br The wheel rut in the ruined stone br And Lebanon fade out and Crete br high through the clouds and overblown br br And over Sicily the air br Still flashing with the landward gulls br And loom and slowly disappear br The sails above the shadowy hulls br br And Spain go under and the shore br Of Africa the gilded sand br And evening vanish and no more br The low pale light across that land br br Nor now the long light on the sea: br br And here face downward in the sun br To feel how swift how secretly br The shadow of the night comes on...