THE sun is setting -- not in colours gay, But pure as when he blazed with noonday heat; The upland path is gold before my feet, Save where long, dancing, poplar-shadows play, Or arching lindens cast a broader gray: This radiant hour, when peace and passion meet, Stirs with tumultuous breezes, freshly sweet, The odorous languor of an August day. Above is peace; below is gleeful strife; Aflame with sunshine, battling with the wind, The trees rejoice in plenitude of life: A sea of light is sleeping in the west, Untroubled light, o'erflowing heart and mind With that empyreal rapture, which is rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: THE UNKNOWN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE JAIN BIRD HOSPITAL IN DELHI by WILLIAM MEREDITH THE MARMOZET by HILAIRE BELLOC MOTHER (MARGERY CARRUTH, 1896-1981) by HAYDEN CARRUTH SORROW SINGERS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUR WORLD by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |