Sunset (by Paul Laurence Dunbar)

Paul Laurence Dunbar
Paul Laurence Dunbar, 1872-1906

Sunset
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
[from Lyrics of Lowly Life, 1896]


The river sleeps beneath the sky,
    And clasps the shadows to its breast;
The crescent moon shines dim on high;
    And in the lately radiant west
         The gold is fading into gray.
         Now stills the lark his festive lay,
         And mourns with me the dying day.

While in the south the first faint star
     Lifts to the night its silver face,
And twinkles to the moon afar
     Across the heaven's graying space,
Low murmurs reach me from the town,
As Day puts on her sombre crown,
And shakes her mantle darkly down.

 


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