Ah! the sun-the sun is setting,
And the rocks are rimm’d with gold;
Darker yet the shades are getting,
In the whispering pine-wood old!
And the fairy-light is fleeting
From the white sand on the shore;
And the weary ebb is beating
Faint retreat with muffled roar.
Up the wreck the waves are leaping-
Tiny, mocking, impish crew!
Children base! their revel keeping
O’er the foe their father slew.
And the foul things, darkly winging,
Dart from forth the hidden cleft;
And, of all the day was bringing,
But the morrow’s hope is left.
Yet the spirit knows no fearing,
Tho’ its day of joy has been;
Light without is disappearing;
Kindle up, thou light within!
(Ernest Jones)
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