Moritura
A song of the setting sun! The sky in the west is red, And the day is all but done: While yonder up overhead, All too soon, There rises, so cold, the cynic moon. A song of a winter day! The wind of the north doth blow, From a sky that's chill and gray, On fields where no crops now grow, Fields long shorn Of bearded barley and golden corn. A song of an old, old man! His hairs are white and his gaze, Long bleared in his visage wan, With its weight of yesterdays, Joylessly He stands and mumbles and looks at me, A song of a faded flower! 'Twas plucked in the tender bud, And fair and fresh for an hour, In a lady's hair it stood. Now, ah, now, Faded it lies in the dust and low.
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"A song of the setting sun!..."
This evocative piece by Ernest Christopher Dowson, titled "Moritura", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...