INTO Night's arms there sinks the wounded sun, Leaving a trail of blood across the skies. ... A settling sea-gull wheels and calls and cries; The harbor boats, as homing children run Into their mother's arms when day is done, Make for their moorings as the red day dies, And fold their wings like tired butterflies— Across the bay there booms the sunset gun! The boat flags fall ... the guardian lighthouse glows ... And swaying masts break out with bobbing lights; The blushing bay a jeweled bosom shows; Night herons hover in their questing flights— Then Twilight comes, dusk handmaid of the Day, And covers her with veils of mauve and gray! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO WITCHES: 2. THE PAUPER WITCH OF GRAFTON by ROBERT FROST FOR A CHILD: 1. WALKING SONG by CHARLES WILLIAMS AUNT FANNY; A LEGEND OF A SHIRT by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM BALLADE OF THE ALUMNA by EDITH CHILD LYRICS OF THE RAIL: 2. THE CANYON by GEORGE HERBERT CLARKE THE DREAM OF AENGUS OG by ELEANOR ROGERS COX |