Last autumn, as we sat, ere fall of night, Over against old Cader's rugged face, We mark'd the sunset from its secret place Salute him with a fair and sudden light. Flame-hued he rose, and vast without a speck Of life upon his flush'd and lonely side; A double rainbow o'er him bent, to deck What was so bright before, thrice glorified! How oft, when pacing o'er those inland plains. I see that rosy rock of Northern Wales Come up before me; then its lustre wanes, And all the frith and intermediate vales Are darken'd, while our little group remains, Half-glad, half-tearful, as the vision pales! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FIRST ICE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING DEATH by EVGENY ABRAMOVICH BARATYNSKY GREEN AISLES by WILLIAM ROSE BENET INTERVAL by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SHAKESPEARE TO HIS MIRROR by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |