THE day begins to droop,-- br    Its course is done: br But nothing tells the place br    Of the setting sun. br br The hazy darkness deepens, br    And up the lane br You may hear, but cannot see, br    The homing wain. br br An engine pants and hums br    In the farm hard by: br Its lowering smoke is lost br    In the lowering sky. br br The soaking branches drip, br    And all night through br The dropping will not cease br    In the avenue. br br A tall man there in the house br    Must keep his chair: br He knows he will never again br    Breathe the spring air: br br His heart is worn with work; br    He is giddy and sick br If he rise to go as far br    As the nearest rick: br br He thinks of his morn of life, br    His hale, strong years; br And braves as he may the night br    Of darkness and tears.