Ralph Waldo Emerson, comp. (1803–1882). Parnassus: An Anthology of Poetry. 1880.
SunsetLord Byron (17881824)
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Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea
Of glory streams along the Alpine height
Of blue Friuli’s mountains; heaven is free
From clouds, but of all colors seems to be
Melted to one vast Iris of the west,
Where the day joins the past eternity;
While, on the other hand, meek Dian’s crest
Floats through the azure air, an island of the blest.
With her o’er half the lovely heaven; but still
Yon sunny sea heaves brightly, and remains
Rolled o’er the peak of the far Rhœtian hill,
As day and night contending were until
Nature reclaimed her order: gently flows
The deep-dyed Brenta, where their hues instil
The odorous purple of a new-born rose,
Which streams upon her stream, and glassed within it glows.
Comes down upon the waters; all its hues,
From the rich sunset to the rising star,
Their magical variety diffuse:
And now they change; a paler shadow strews
Its mantle o’er the mountains: parting day
Dies like the dolphin, whom each pang imbues
With a new color as it gasps away,
The last still loveliest, till ’tis gone—and all is gray.