SUNSET, the god-like artist, paints on air Pictures of loveliness and terror blent! Lo! yonder clouds, like mountains tempest-rent, Through whose abysmal depths the lightning's glare Darts from wild gulfs and caverns of despair: O'er these a calm, majestic firmament, Flushed with rich hues, with rainbow isles besprent, Like homes of peace in oceans heavenly fair: But @3still@1, beyond, one lone mysterious cloud, Steeped in the solemn sunset's fiery mist, Strange semblance takes of Him whose visage bowed, Divinely sweet, o'er all things, dark or bright, Yet draws the darkness ever toward His light The tender eyes and awful brow of Christ! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DEATH OF THE FLOWERS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT A RENUNCIATION by EDWARD DE VERE ELEGY: 16. ON HIS MISTRESS by JOHN DONNE HIS IMMORTALITY by THOMAS HARDY THE JEWISH CEMETERY AT NEWPORT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW A MOTHER'S LOVE by JAMES MONTGOMERY THE BURDEN OF NINEVEH by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI EDWIN MORRIS; OR, THE LAKE by ALFRED TENNYSON PATTY MORGAN THE MILKMAID'S STORY: 'LOOK AT THE CLOCK!' by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |