THE fire in the west burns low; A fading gleam of light Only remains of the crimson glow That made half heaven so bright; And the weary day, in her shroud of gray, Sighs out her life on the breast of night. The fire on my hearth burns low; Beside the glimmering light I dream of that sunset long ago When all my heaven seemed bright. But since that day, with each sunset ray I've longed to die in the gloom of night. The fire of my life burns low; And through the darkening night Strange, shadowy shapes flit to and fro, Awaiting my spirit's flight. And these shadowy things show glistening wings To bear me away on the morning light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CAMPUS SONNET: TALK by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI SONG:SO WHY DOES THIS DEAD CARNATION by HAYDEN CARRUTH RESURRECTION UPDATE by JAMES GALVIN THE JOBHOLDER by DAVID IGNATOW FINALITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOLDIER by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |