SLEEP. "O EARTH, so full of dreary noises; MRS. BROWNING. The Tide of Even. PART I. THE ARGUMENT.-Night-where from. Invisible Ministry at Even. The limits of earthly illuminations. The angel of reflection. The land of light. YPHENCE comes the Tide of Even? From the TX low, The hollow leafy dingle, and the valley, The bosom of the dark Scotch-fir plantation, No! from the far above comes not the dark; Gliding out skyward. Now the sun is setting; See, while his farewell fires fade slowly out, |