The Sun Has Set

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The sun has set, and the long grass now
 Waves dreamily in the evening wind;
And the wild bird has flown from that old gray stone
 In some warm nook a couch to find.

In all the lonely landscape round
 I see no light and hear no sound,
Except the wind that far away
 Come sighing o'er the healthy sea.

© Emily Jane Brontë