GOLD of the reddening sunset, backward thrown In largess on my tall paternal trees, Thou with false hope or fear didst never tease His heart that hoards thee; nor is childhood flown From him whose life no fairer boon hath known Than that what pleased him earliest still should please. And who hath incomes safe from chance as these, Gone in a moment, yet for life his own? All other gold is slave of earthward laws; This to the deeps of ether takes its flight, And on the topmost leaves makes glorious pause Of parting pathos ere it yield to night: So linger, as from me earth's light withdraws, Dear touch of Nature, tremulously bright! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COCK AND THE FOX, OR THE TALE OF THE NUN'S PRIEST by GEOFFREY CHAUCER KATHLEEN MAVOURNEEN by JULIA CRAWFORD GRATIANA DANCING AND SINGING by RICHARD LOVELACE ELEGY TO THE MEMORY OF AN UNFORTUNATE LADY by ALEXANDER POPE EPITHALAMION by EDMUND SPENSER TO A SNOWFLAKE by FRANCIS THOMPSON CROSS AND THRONE by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR VALEDICTORY; THE SCHOLAR TO THE ASHES OF HIS LIBRARY by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB PATIENCE AND HOPE by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |