Matthew Arnold was the son of a famous headmaster of Rugby school. He worked as a school inspector for over thirty years travelling extensively round the country by the recently established railway network.
The evening comes, the fields are still,
The tinkle of the thirsty rill
Unheard all day ascends again;
Deserted is the half- mown plain,
Silent the swathes! The ringing wain;
The mower's cry, the dogs alarms,
All housed within the sleeping farms!
The business of the day is done,
The last-left hay- maker is gone.
And from the thyme upon the height,
And from the elder-blossom white
And pale dog roses in the hedge,
And from the mint plant in
In puffs of balm the night air blows
The perfume which the day fore- goes.
And on the pure horizon far,
See, pulsing with the first- born star,
The liquid sky above the hill!
The evening comes, the fields are still.