Anonymous British - Sunset Thoughts
How beautiful the setting sun <br />Reposes o'er the wave! <br />Like Virtue, life's drear warfare done, <br />Descending to the grave; <br />Yet smiling with a brow of love, <br />Benignant, pure, and kind, <br />And blessing, ere she sours above, <br />The realms she leaves behind. <br /> <br />The cloudlets, edged with crimson light, <br />Veil o'er the blue serene, <br />While swift the legions of the night, <br />Are shadowing o'er the scene. <br />The sea-gull, with a wailing moan, <br />Up starting, turns to seek <br />Its lonely dwelling-place, upon <br />The promontory's peak. <br /> <br />The heaving sea - the distant hill - <br />The waning sky - the woods - <br />With melancholy musing fill <br />The swelling heart, that broods <br />Upon the light of other days, <br />Whose glories now are dull, <br />And on the visions Hope could raise, <br />Vacant, but beautiful! <br /> <br />Where are the bright illusions vain, <br />That fancy boded forth? <br />Sunk to their silent caves again, <br />Aurorae of the North: <br />Oh! who would live those visions o'er, <br />All brilliant though they seem, <br />Since earth is but a desert shore, <br />And life a weary dream.<br /><br />Anonymous British<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-thoughts-3/
