A golden sun went down to-night; When lo! a vision from the olden Time, flashed on my inner sight With smiles more tender and as golden. My blood ran cold; for I did know Another dream of equal splendour Would follow that; but not with O! Not with the golden smiles and tender. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO SONNETS: 1 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON 1914: 5. THE SOLDIER by RUPERT BROOKE THE COTTER'S SATURDAY NIGHT by ROBERT BURNS CHRISTMAS CAROL by SARA TEASDALE THE TOOTHPICK by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM A REPLY TO AN IMITATION OF THE SECOND ODE OF HORACE by RICHARD BENTLEY |