A Sunset
- 1Upon the mountain's edge with light touch resting,
- 2There a brief while the globe of splendour sits
- 3And seems a creature of the earth; but soon
- 4More changeful than the Moon,
- 5To wane fantastic his great orb submits,
- 6Or cone or mow of fire: till sinking slowly
- 7Even to a star at length he lessens
wholly.
- 8Abrupt, as Spirits vanish, he is sunk!
- 9A soul-like breeze possesses all the wood.
- 10The boughs, the sprays have stood
- 11As motionless as stands the ancient trunk!
- 12But every leaf through all the forest flutters,
- 13And deep the cavern of the fountain mutters.