Poems of Passion/Sunset

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For works with similar titles, see Sunset.

I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge
        And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp;
        High in his hand he held a blazing lamp,
Then dropped it and plunged headlong down the ledge.

With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray,
        I saw the dim skies suddenly flush bright.
        'Twas but the expiring glory of the light
Flung from the hand of the adventurous day.