STILL that last look is solemn! through thy rays, O sun! to-morrow will give back, we know, The joy to nature's heart. Yet through the glow Of clouds that mantle thy decline, our gaze Tracks thee with love half-fearful: and in days When earth too much adored thee, what a swell Of mournful passion, deepening mighty lays, Told how the dying bade thy light farewell, O sun of Greece! O glorious, festal sun! Lost, lost! -- for them thy golden hours were done, And darkness lay before them! Happier far Are we, not thus to thy bright wheels enchained, Not thus for thy last parting unsustained -- Heirs of a purer day, with its unsetting star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HUFFMAN'S PHOTOGRAPH OF THE GRAVES OF THE UNKNOWN AT LITTLE BIGHORN by KAREN SWENSON WAR IS KIND: 21 by STEPHEN CRANE LUCY (2) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH YARROW REVISITED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH EPITAPH by MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU DESERT NIGHT by FRANCES DAVIS ADAMS VERSES FOR CHILDREN: MAPLE TREE by ZEDA K. AILES |