WHAT horror lurked within the First Man’s brain
As downward to the West the Sun-god stepped,
And paused upon the hill-ridge, ere he leapt
Headlong into the night! What cold, dumb pain
He felt, as still he marked the twilight wane,
And on the dragon Darkness crept and crept,
While beating in his mind the question kept,
“Is this Earth’s all? Can Day e’er come again?”
And yet, last night, one watched with listless eyes
The stricken Sun-god struggling in his gore,
With wasting red bedabbled, unto whom
Life’s joyous sun shall nevermore uprise:
His dream of light has faded, gloried o’er;
His night has come—a night of endless gloom.
Sunset
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