Sagas of Vaster Britain: Poems of the Race, the Empire and the Divinity of Man

by William Wilfred Campbell


 

SUNSET


 

THE far, wild splendours of the west
    In purple currents run,
Where all the day-winds beat against
    The bastions of the sun.

Till rising, sinking, on the rim

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    Of night that looms afar,
The day-wall fades and crumbles down
    Across the sunset’s bar.

And up above the cooling verge
    The night comes like a boon,

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Where all the sky and waters meet
    At rising of the moon.

The rising moon and one pale star
    Lift o’er the water’s edge;—
And all the ancient woes of earth

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    Are moaning in the sedge.