• "At Sunset" by Emily Pauline Johnson (1861 – 1914)
  • 1- Tonight the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes;
  • Its chalice overflows
  • With pools of purple colouring the skies,
  • Aflood with gold and rose;
  • And some hot soul seems throbbing close to mine,
  • As sinks the sun within that world of wine. ~~
  • 2- I seem to hear a bar of music float
  • And swoon into the west;
  • My ear can scarcely catch the whispered note,
  • But something in my breast
  • Blends with that strain, till both accord in one,
  • As cloud and colour blend at set of sun.~~
  • 3- And twilight comes with grey and restful eyes,
  • As ashes follow flame.
  • But O! I heard a voice from those rich skies
  • Call tenderly my name;
  • It was as if some priestly fingers stole
  • In benedictions o'er my lonely soul. ~~
  • 4- I know not why, but all my being longed
  • And leapt at the sweet call;
  • My heart outreached its arms, all passion thronged
  • And beat against Fate's wall,
  • Crying in utter homesickness to be
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