Sunset
The glorious sun, behind the western hills, Slowly, in gorgeous majesty, retires, Flooding the founts and forests, fields and rills, With the reflection of his golden fires. How beauteous all, how calm, how still! Yon star that trembles on the hill, Yon crescent moon that raises high Her beamy horns upon the sky, Seem bending down a loving glance From the unclouded skies, On the green Earth that far away In solemn beauty lies; - And, like sweet Friendship in affliction's hour, Grow brighter still the more the shadows lower.
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"The glorious sun, behind the western hills,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Pamela S. Vining, (J. C. Yule) delivers a powerful performance in "Sunset"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...