Moth-Wings (Ailes D'Alouette): By Francis William Bourdillon |
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ON TURNER'S “EVENING” IN
THE TATE GALLERY |
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ON TURNER'S “EVENING” IN THE TATE GALLERY
The day is over—never to return!
Lament, dark sea! Lament, O desolate shore!
O'er other sunsets yonder star shall burn;
This day, this hour, this eve, shall come no more.
Lament, dark sea! Lament, O desolate shore!
O'er other sunsets yonder star shall burn;
This day, this hour, this eve, shall come no more.
O lingering gold, that lessens as I gaze!
Some joy within me seems to die with thee.
O diamond, brightening in the pearly haze!
Some hope grows brighter, as I gaze, in me.
Some joy within me seems to die with thee.
O diamond, brightening in the pearly haze!
Some hope grows brighter, as I gaze, in me.
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