In the Evening
I In the evening, love returns, Like a wand’rer ’cross the sea; In the evening, love returns With a violet for me; In the evening, life’s a song, And the fields are full of green; All the stars are golden crowns, And the eye of God is keen. II In the evening, sorrow dies With the setting of the sun; In the evening, joy begins, When the course of mirth is done; In the evening, kisses sweet Droop upon the passion vine; In the evening comes your voice: “I am yours, and you are mine.”
This poem is in the public domain. Published in Poem-a-Day on February 18, 2018, by the Academy of American Poets.
About this Poem
“In the Evening” appeared in A Little Dreaming (1913).
Fenton Johnson was born in Chicago, Illinois, in 1888. He was a forerunner of the Harlem Renaissance writers.
Date Published: 1913-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/evening-1