Sunset from Boar’s Hill, Near Oxford.
Marvelous vision ! How the spangled sky1
Pays its mute reverence to the setting sun,2
Its evening worship when the day is done,3
And all the golden clouds in order lie !4
Such perfect silence and due symmetry5
Reigns in the living West, and scarcely one6
Of all who daily see the day’s course run7
Looks on the sacred service reverently.8
And now the sun is set, and the pale night9
Draws its gray curtain o’er the flickering West10
That bids the sun adieu as to a guest11
Watched till at length he passes out of sight ;12
Yet the dull workers of the earth work on,13
For whom the sun through all the day has shone.14