| Edmund Clarence Stedman, ed. (1833–1908). An American Anthology, 1787–1900. 1900. |
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| 909. Evening in Tyringham Valley |
| | | By Richard Watson Gilder |
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| WHAT domes and pinnacles of mist and fire | |
| Are builded in yon spacious realms of light | |
| All silently, as did the walls aspire | |
| Templing the ark of God by day and night! | |
| Noiseless and swift, from darkening ridge to ridge, | 5 |
| Through purple air that deepens down the day, | |
| Over the valley springs a shadowy bridge. | |
| The evening star’s keen, solitary ray | |
| Makes more intense the silence, and the glad, | |
| Unmelancholy, restful, twilight gloom— | 10 |
| So full of tenderness, that even the sad | |
| Remembrances that haunt the soul take bloom | |
| Like that on yonder mountain. | |
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| Now the bars | |
| Of sunset all burn black; the day doth fail, | 15 |
| And the skies whiten with the eternal stars. | |
| Oh, let thy spirit stay with me, sweet vale! | |
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