The sun is set; and in his latest beams Yon little cloud of ashen gray and gold, Slowly upon the amber air unrolled, The falling mantle of the Prophet seems. From the dim headlands many a lighthouse gleams, The street-lamps of the ocean; and behold, O'erhead the banners of the night unfold; The day hath passed into the land of dreams. O summer day beside the joyous sea! O summer day so wonderful and white, So full of gladness and so full of pain! Forever and forever shalt thou be To some the gravestone of a dead delight, To some the landmark of a new domain. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...COMPLAINT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS UPON DRINKING IN A BOWL by ANACREON OLD MOTHERS by CHARLES SARSFIELD ROSS THE TEARS OF THE POPLARS by EDITH MATILDA THOMAS SONNET TO THE HUNGARIAN NATION by MATTHEW ARNOLD SONNET: AM I TO LOSE YOU? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |