The Wider Lands

THERE’S a mist far away in an arc,
But the dimness draws nearer;
Already far fields are gone dark
And all vistas are drearer.

Closer in, closer in draw the fields
That our sight can discover;
Now the last of the evening yields
And to darkness goes over;

And the things that the mind understands,
And whose secrets we plunder,
Are gone, and unlimited lands
Lie wide for our wonder.