On the wide waste the web of twilight trembling, Hangs low with stars and night, The dying day, in the worn west dissembling, Crowns his defeat with light. Here by the sands and dunes my soul sinks crying, By beauty stabbed to death -- "O in the dusk of the world let me too, dying, Mingle with these my breath!" There is no answer. In the cold heavens shining, Star trembles unto star; The virgin moon in the clear west declining Hangs, like a scimitar. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO CERTAIN JOURNEYMEN by CARL SANDBURG THE COUNTESS CATHLEEN IN PARADISE by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS BOLDNESS IN LOVE by THOMAS CAREW SONNETS TO LAURA IN LIFE: 109 by PETRARCH NATIONAL ODE; INDEPENDENCE SQUARE, PHILADELPHIA by BAYARD TAYLOR SUMMER NIGHT by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |