The red-rose flush fades slowly in the west. The golden water, basking in the light, Pales to clear amber and to silver white. The velvet shadow of a flame-crowned crest Lies dark and darker on its shining breast, Till lonely mere and isle and mountain-height Grow dim as dreams in tender mist of night, And all is tranquil as a babe at rest. So still! So calm! Will our life's eve come thus? No sound of strife, of labour or of pain, No ring of woodman's axe, no dip of oar. Will work be done, and night's rest earned, for us? And shall we wake to see sunrise again? Or shall we sleep, to see and know no more? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE INCORRIGIBLE DIRIGIBLE by HAYDEN CARRUTH PEACE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ONLY ONE MOTHER by GEORGE COOPER A SEA STORY by EMILY HENRIETTA HICKEY GEORGE MOSES HORTON, MYSELF by GEORGE MOSES HORTON THE HAYSTACK IN THE FLOODS by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) |