In a Boat
Look yonder! where the sun a fiery shield
Glows red as blood, . . . slung low in a clear sky!
Day droops with languid limbs and calm lips sealed
Glows red as blood, . . . slung low in a clear sky!
Day droops with languid limbs and calm lips sealed
Slumber-ward in the west; and Night leans nigh.
The boat that bears us to the rock-girt shore
Seems scarce to move, she sails so listlessly:
The boat that bears us to the rock-girt shore
Seems scarce to move, she sails so listlessly:
The sunset paves a golden path before,
Behind,—the purple pinions of the night
Winnow the wide sea's emerald tinted floor.
Behind,—the purple pinions of the night
Winnow the wide sea's emerald tinted floor.
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