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Err yet , above the verge of earth , the swi His task has ended , and his circuit rtm ; Ere yet the solemn evening deepens o ' er Skies pure and soft as dreams of days no more ; Condensing all the splendoars of the past , Day gives one glance , the richest and the last—» Seems with , a lover ' s gaze on earth to dwelf , And bid the world it loves a fond farewell !
Slill , o ' er the west in clorjdy glory roll'dF , A crimson ocean ebbs in waves of gold ; Still to the upland and the hill ' tis given To revel in the golden smile of heaven ; Still o ' er the woods a parting halo thrown Bathes them in hues less earthly than their own , And evening steals on nature ' s calm repose , Like Death on Beauty—brightest in its close !
Yet fair though- —passing fair—the gentle hour , It has upon the heart a saddening power , — A melancholy charm , which fills the eye With tears we feel without the wish to dry . The rich , yet tender light that round distils—> The half-transparent blueisess of the hills ,
That o ' er the horizon wind with graceful line , And glow like early hopes , in vain divmc—« The last vibrations of the woodbird ' s lay * Breathing the requiem of expiring day- * - The brook that seems in pensive light to glide , And curb the ninsic of its own sweet
ticfe—The leaf , as stilt as lips that breathe no more—The flower , whose date with yonder sun ' is o ' er , That sparkiiag seems In mockery yet to bloom And woo the radiance of a splendid doom 5—? All , all unite their spells , as if to show How rapture trembles on the brink of woe—How , whei * it once has touch'd the electric chain , A fine joy vibrates to the verge of pain .
Orte parting glimpse !—he sinks—and broad before His sunken disk expands the mighty moor : — Yet , where his last bright glance the sun had given , SfciU glows and burns upon the face of heaven A spot of hectic gold—like the sad bloom On tfa& young cheek that seals and mocks its doom . EveB as I efaze , that spot flaore dimly shinea ,
To dusky red its fiery gold declines ; A browner purple the sharp moorland shrouds ; A colder splendour lights the sinking clouds ; Save the lone brook , all sounds have died away 5 The air is umber'd , and the woods are grey y—Deep , and more deep , the shades of evening fall . And one soft mystery melts a » d inmgles
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SUNSET .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Aug. 2, 1826, page 481, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2551/page/37/
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