Sunset
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Jump to navigationJump to searchby Ella Wheeler Wilcox
I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge
And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp;
High in his hand he held a blazing lamp,
Then dropped it and plunged headlong down the ledge.
With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray,
I saw the dim skies suddenly flush bright.
'Twas but the expiring glory of the light
Flung from the hand of the adventurous day.
| from Poems of Passion by Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1883) | |
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