Tuesday, 17 January 2012
Hawkhurst Trees:To the Evening star
I thought of the line "And wash the dusk with silver" when I took the images. They were taken at that time just before dusk, "The magic hour" there was a warm glow that turned a silver shade as the light faded...here is the full poem...
TO THE EVENING STAR
by: William Blake (1757-1827)
Thou fair-hair'd angel of the evening,
Now, whilst the sun rests on the mountains, light
Thy bright torch of love; thy radiant crown
Put on, and smile upon our evening bed!
Smile on our loves, and while thou drawest the
Blue curtains of the sky, scatter thy silver dew
On every flower that shuts its sweet eyes
In timely sleep. Let thy west wind sleep on
The lake; speak silence with thy glimmering eyes,
And wash the dusk with silver. Soon, full soon,
Dost thou withdraw; then the wolf rages wide,
And then the lion glares through the dun forest:
The fleeces of our flocks are cover'd with
Thy sacred dew: protect them with thine influence!