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The pictures, with their ruddy light,
Are changed to dust and ashes white,
And I am left alone with night.
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
All in the waning light she stood,
The star of perfect womanhood.
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
An island-farm — broad seas of corn
Stirred by the wandering breath of morn —
The happy spot where I was born.
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
Not as in rest she bowed,
But large hot tears were coursing down her cheek.
And her low-panted sobs broke awefully
Upon the sleeping echoes of the night.
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
The dying crimson of the West
That faintly tinged his haggard cheek,
Fell on her as she stood, and shed
A glory round the patient head.
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
All too soon will Childhood gay
Realise Life's sober sadness.
Let's be merry while we may,
Innocent and happy Fay!
Elves were made for gladness!
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
The light was faint, and soft the air
That breathed around the place;
And she was lithe, and tall, and fair,
And with a wayward grace
Her queenly head she bare.
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
O bitter is it to abide
In weariness alway:
At dawn to sigh for eventide,
At eventide for day.
Thy noon hath fled: thy sun hath shone:
The brightness of thy day is gone:
What need to lag and linger on
Till life be cold and gray?
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
Ye golden hours of Life's young spring,
Of innocence, of love and truth!
Bright, beyond all imagining,
Thou fairy-dream of youth! I'd give all wealth that years have piled,
The slow result of Life's decay,
To be once more a little child
For one bright summer-day.
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
And she arose, and in that darkening room
Stood lonely as a spirit of the night —
Stood calm and fearless in the gathered night —
And raised her eyes to heaven. There were tears
Upon her face, but in her heart was peace.
Peace that the world nor gives nor takes away!
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)
Those locks of jet are turned to gray,
And she is strange and far away
That might have been mine own to-day — That might have been mine own, my dear,
Through many and many a happy year —
That might have sat beside me here.
Three Sunsets and Other Poems (1898)