SUNSET. DOVER CASTLE. THEN eve's departing beam did feebly shine In midday splendour now thy front I hail. Thou noble fortress of the British isle, Though worn by time thy visage yet doth smile MRS. EMMERSON. SUNSET. THE zenith spreads Its canopy of sapphire, but the west Has a magnificent array of clouds ; And as the breeze plays on them they assume The forms of mountains, castled cliffs, and hills, Their sun-bright path in folds of silver :--some 295 In golden masses float, and others have Never from the birth Behind the green And billowy horizon once more sinks The traveller of six thousand years. A wide Of twilight is begun. Bright morning calls The world to action, and the tyrant sun And (as the insatiate orb has drunk the streams) The fiercely brilliant streaks Of crimson disappear, but o'er the hills A flush of orange hovers, softening up Into harmonious union with the blue That comes a-sweeping down; for twilight hastes |