A THOUGHT AT EVENTIDE

At eventide I saw the sun
Sink slowly o’er the hill,
It sank all in a sea of red
Which bathed the land, to fill
My soul with such a sick’ning dread –
It spoke of bloody strife,
A world amok with red lust filled,
And no regard for life.
 
I turned and saw the moon rise full
Across the placid sea
To make a pathway all pure gold
As far as eye could see,
Which seemed to stretch right up to heaven
Then changed to silver white,
And told of tenderness and peace –
A world at length set right.

                                                                              W H Hudsmith
                                                                          Dover Poet
                                                                                     26^th September 1915