  In the ruddy heart of the sunset, Fading and fading still, A planet throbs and smoulders, Over the sapphire hill. A mist steals up from the marshes, Spreading tender and bright; A heron floats from his haunt in the reeds, Through the ruby light. Seem dripping and cool with dew; There’s a sigh in the cedar covert, But never a breeze comes through. A thrush keeps ringing and ringing— Ringing—now he is still, There’s a starry light in a window On the dark, dark hill. The home that’s far away Comes stealing back to me, With the calling of the thrushes In the bonny birch-tree. My eyes are full of tears For to-day and yesterday, For the yearning and the yearning, And the heart that’s far away.
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