To a Child at End of Day poem by Dyfed Lloyd Evans
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To a Child at End of Day
Sleep now, for all is past,
the day is gone and done
and even daylight slumbers, fast
So close your eyes and dream
of giant oaks in summer light,
with eagles soaring in their flight
or trout that jump in trickling brook
Where rainbowed mayflies flit
and kingfishers shall perch and sit
as hidden in the grass you wait
watching as the world unfolds
those tales that only riverbeds may tell
in hazy, lazy, summer light
So drift away on wings of sleep
to dream of things as they shall be
And as in memory
they also seemed to be for me
so many, many years ago
Now sleep, and night shall pass
tomorrow brings another dawn
with all its boundless majesty.
Now sleep, my child, and rest
that day, renewed, shall surely come
For now, though, close your eyes
and sleep — just sleep
amd all of this shall come to pass.
the day is gone and done
and even daylight slumbers, fast
So close your eyes and dream
of giant oaks in summer light,
with eagles soaring in their flight
or trout that jump in trickling brook
Where rainbowed mayflies flit
and kingfishers shall perch and sit
as hidden in the grass you wait
watching as the world unfolds
those tales that only riverbeds may tell
in hazy, lazy, summer light
So drift away on wings of sleep
to dream of things as they shall be
And as in memory
they also seemed to be for me
so many, many years ago
Now sleep, and night shall pass
tomorrow brings another dawn
with all its boundless majesty.
Now sleep, my child, and rest
that day, renewed, shall surely come
For now, though, close your eyes
and sleep — just sleep
amd all of this shall come to pass.
This is one of those strange poems that intermingles past and future. It recalls a single day in my own childhood that was a perfect summer's day experienced as a child naturalist and attempts to explain how I would attempt to capture the substance of this day and explain it to my own child one day.
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