The sky was flecked with clouds in vivid sheen; Low-lying in the west, a golden screen, While overhead the lavender and rose Were softly mingled there in after-glows. Then darkness crept upon this pageant's flare; The banished colors fled and left night there. Now only memories are left to me Of fading glories; hope of what may be, When other sunsets flame in rose and gold, Uplifts my drooping heart and makes it bold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SOMEBODY'S DARLING by MARIE LA CONTE AN ODE IN TIME OF HESITATION by WILLIAM VAUGHN MOODY SONG OF THE FLOUR-MILL by EDWIN ARNOLD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 13 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) OSWEGO LAKE by MARGARET BRADSHAW |