Poems (Sharpless)/Sunset
For works with similar titles, see Sunset.
SUNSET
Now within the golden west Sunset clouds of glory swim;And the rapture in my breast Thrills forth in a grateful hymn.
Somewhat that I cannot name Sings with trembling joy in me,As these gorgeous clouds a-flame, Roll westward like a seething sea.
As if this surpassing show Aroused anew a latent thoughtOf what my spirit used to know Ere she within this form was caught.
Oh! far more than joy of eye Moves me to these happy tears,As the radiant colors die And the first pale star appears.
Nothing more I know, than this; Earth and her lovely mysteriesMove us to such thoughtful tears, As holier things they symbolize.
Our life, like this fair summer day, Hastes us to death's starry night;And God grant our parting may Be as radiantly bright.