They reflect only the old Greek spirit, with its calm acceptance of death and its untroubled resignation, but they seemed to me very applicable to the elder's departure: Not otherwise to the hall of Hades dim He fares, than if some summer eventide A Message, not unlooked for, came to him; Bidding him rise up presently, and ride Some few hours' journey, to a friendly home.
"The Maid of Maiden Lane"
Amelia E. Barr
This poem by an unknown author is tenderness unexcelled: One Unnamed Nay, ask on the sandy hill the ben-tree with spreading boughs that stands mid her sisters, if I greeted thy dwelling-place; And whether their shade looked down upon me at eventide as there in my grief I stood, and that for my portion chose: And whether, at dawn still there, mine eyelids a burthen bore of tears falling one by one, as pearls from a broken string.
"The Literature of Ecstasy"
Albert Mordell
A soft breeze sprung from the sea, herald of the advancing eventide, following the drowsy languor of the perfect autumnal day.
"The New Tenant"
E. Phillips Oppenheim