With what a glory in the west Sinks the golden sun to rest! Sinks he from our sight away, Sinks he at the close of day. Oh, what colors beautify The refulgent western sky, 'Cross which streaks of purple, red, Pink and amethyst are spread. Adown the mountain-slopes, pure streams Of lovely, golden sun-light gleams, And shines so bright, and sparkles and Dances so beautiful and grand. In yon crystal pond, reminding me Of that heavenly, glassy sea, Mingled with fire, lovely, sublime, Of which I've read from time to time. So doth the great sun sink away Calmly at the close of day, In splendor which by far outvies That splendor showing at its rise. As calm, as lovely and serene Is one whose life has useful been; More beautiful in its closing hour Than in the first flush of its power. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LETTERS TO DEAD IMAGISTS by CARL SANDBURG THE SAGA OF THE SMALL-BREASTED WOMAN by KAREN SWENSON THE GREAT CAROUSAL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER BABY MAY by WILLIAM COX BENNETT LACHIN Y GAIR by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |