THE sun was setting o'er the sea, A beautiful and summer sun; Crimson and bright, as if not night, But rather day had just begun: That lighted sky, that lighted sea, They spoke of Love and Hope to me. I thought how Love, I thought how Hope, O'er the horizon of my heart Had poured their light like yonder sun; Like yon sun, only to depart: Alas! that ever suns should set, Or Hope grow cold, or Love forget! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE POET AND THE BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE PIONEER'S FIELD by RICHARD BECK THE RICH YOUNG RULER QUESTIONS by WILLIAM E. BROOKS WHITE SWORD by WINIFRED ADAMS BURR THE CREEK-ROAD by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN IMMORTALITY by JOSEPH SEAMON COTTER JR. |