THE sun was setting o'er the sea, A beautiful and summer sun; Crimson and bright, as if not night, But rather day had just begun: That lighted sky, that lighted sea, They spoke of Love and Hope to me. I thought how Love, I thought how Hope, O'er the horizon of my heart Had poured their light like yonder sun; Like yon sun, only to depart: Alas! that ever suns should set, Or Hope grow cold, or Love forget! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 19. ON HIS BLINDNESS by JOHN MILTON HUGH SELWYN MAUBERLEY: 5 by EZRA POUND MAY (1) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI FESSEDEN'S GARDEN by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN THE LILY-POOL AND THE COW by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE SONG OF THE TOAD by JOHN BURROUGHS OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 13. TROCHAIC VERSE: THE NINETH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |