Dusk, like a moth of violet wing, descends Upon the beryl bosom of the sea, And in the sky's serene immensity, Where the impalpable rose of sunset blends With pearl and purple, shine the sailor's friends, God's blessed beacons twinkling timorously, Then brighter, each in its divine degree, To where the enrapt range of vision ends. When dusk droops dark o'er life's uncertain seas, Closing our day, deep-shadowing the sun, And we go forth across death's pathless foam, May we have stars more stedfast e'en than these, -- Burning above, for us to gaze upon, Both light and guide on the long journey home. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LATE SINGER by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS ON HEARING A LITTLE MUSIC-BOX by JAMES HENRY LEIGH HUNT FIREFLY; A SONG by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS TO CONSTANTIA, SINGING (1) by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY SIR LANCELOT AND QUEEN GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON TO A WILD DUCK by BERNICE GIBBS ANDERSON THE KNIGHT AND THE LADY; DOMESTIC LEGEND OF THE REIGN OF QUEEN ANNE by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM CLIO, NINE ECLOGUES IN HONOUR OF NINE VIRTUES: 7. OF HOSPITALITY by WILLIAM BASSE |