Poems (Charlotte Allen)/The Day's Decline
THE DAY'S DECLINE.
I looked to the west, And the glorious sunWent calmly to rest, For his journey was done.Not a cloud was seen Tn the deep blue sky,As twilight serene Spread its mantle on high.
Bright Luna arose From her pearly bed,As the day's last close Around was spread.The evening star Appeared with its train,In those realms afar, At twilight's wane.
No sound was heard, Save a rustling breeze,That lonely stirred Through the bending trees;And the bird's last lay, As they warbled so sweet,
A farewell to the day, Where the wild waters meet.