For works with similar titles, see Sunset.
4648421Poems — SunsetFrances M. Sharpless

SUNSET
Now within the golden west
Sunset clouds of glory swim;
And the rapture in my breast
Thrills forth in a grateful hymn.

Somewhat that I cannot name
Sings with trembling joy in me,
As these gorgeous clouds a-flame,
Roll westward like a seething sea.

As if this surpassing show
Aroused anew a latent thought
Of what my spirit used to know
Ere she within this form was caught.

Oh! far more than joy of eye
Moves me to these happy tears,
As the radiant colors die
And the first pale star appears.

Nothing more I know, than this;
Earth and her lovely mysteries
Move us to such thoughtful tears,
As holier things they symbolize.

Our life, like this fair summer day,
Hastes us to death's starry night;
And God grant our parting may
Be as radiantly bright.