Higginson and Bigelow, comps. American Sonnets. 1891.
Last LightRalph Adams Cram (18631942)
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The traveler stands silent on the height
So hardly won, and wistful sees the night
Grow in the east along the path that lay
Dawn-lit long hours before, now fading gray,
Through wreathing, rising mists—lo! full in sight
Lie the broad fields, hills, forests, rivers white,
That vanished as he passed them on his way.
The farthest height is reached and the great sea
Lies round the sun of life, the long dead past
Flames in the sunset fire of memory,
Forbid forever. And the night sweeps past
Across the ocean of Eternity.