Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO SIR RICHARD F. BURTON, by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: Westward the sun sinks, grave and glad; but far Last Line: Whence laughing love dissolves her frosts and snows. Subject(s): Evening; Time; Sunset; Twilight | ||||||||
WESTWARD the sun sinks, grave and glad; but far Eastward, with laughter and tempestuous tears, Cloud, rain, and splendour as of orient spears, Keen as the sea's thrill toward a kindling star, The sundawn breaks the barren twilight's bar And fires the mist and slays it. Years on years Vanish, but he that hearkens eastward hears Bright music from the world where shadows are. Where shadows are not shadows. Hand in hand A man's word bids them rise and smile and stand And triumph. All that glorious orient glows Defiant of the dusk. Our twilight land Trembles; but all the heaven is all one rose, Whence laughing love dissolves her frosts and snows. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN FEBRUARY EVENING IN NEW YORK by DENISE LEVERTOV THE HOUSE OF DUST: 1 by CONRAD AIKEN TWILIGHT COMES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IN THE EVENINGS by LUCILLE CLIFTON NINETEEN FORTY by NORMAN DUBIE A BALLAD OF DEATH by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE |
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