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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
DAY'S END, by FRANK WILMOT Poet's Biography First Line: The trees are gold in the dying sun Last Line: Has gone and I'm alone. Alternate Author Name(s): Maurice, Furnley | |||
THE trees are gold in the dying sun, The greens grow brown and dark; I know where little wind-gusts run By the sway of hanging bark. Brown, huddled boulders closer press, Only the mopoke calls By their cold, mossy loneliness: The gloaming's on the falls. The reservoir, 'mid solemn hills Broods like an exiled sea Drowning a hundred singing rills In dark tranquility. Faint echoes sound of flashing spray And noon's incessant drone; An unrecoverable day Has gone and I'm alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SERAPH DESCENDS by FRANK WILMOT APPLES IN THE MOON by FRANK WILMOT BEAUTY OF THE WORLD by FRANK WILMOT CHANCE MEETING by FRANK WILMOT EL GAI SABER (CHANT ROYAL) by FRANK WILMOT |
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