I sit and watch the sun go down On the other side of the lake, As all the colors from the sky The waters try to take. It is such a wonderful picture, The Artist, too, is the best, And as I enjoy its beauty The sun sinks low in the west. And the gates of the New Jerusalem Seem left ajar for a bit, A golden path leads across the lake And I catch a glimpse of It. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO W.E.B. DUBOIS - SCHOLAR by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JOHN CABANIS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS BUCOLIC COMEDY: SPINNING SONG by EDITH SITWELL TIME THE HANGMAN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS EPITHALAMIUM by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN THE AEOLIAN HARP; AT THE SURF INN by HERMAN MELVILLE UNDER MY WINDOW by THOMAS WESTWOOD |