WHEN the great sun sets the glad East aflame, The lingering stars are swiftly put to flight; For Day, triumphant, overthrows the night, And mocks the lights that twinkled till he came. The waning moon retires in sudden shame; And all the air, from roseate height to height, Quivers with wings of birds, that take the light To jubilant music of one tender name. So Thou hast risen, -- Thou who art my day; And every lesser light has ceased to shine. Pale stars, confronted by this dawn of thine, Like night and gloom and grief have passed away; And yet my bliss I fear to call it mine, Lest fresh foes lurk with unforeseen dismay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHAPE OF THE CORONER by WALLACE STEVENS WHY I LOVE HER by ALEXANDER BROME PRO PATRIA MORI by THOMAS MOORE THE SONG OF THE OLD MOTHER by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS TO A FRIEND WHOSE WORK HAS COME TO NOTHING by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE OUTCAST by HELEN MCCRORY ARENDELL TO MARY RUSSELL MITFORD, IN HER GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |