The Eternal Scene
No beauty lasts; no dream stays on;
Earth wheels from ghostly dawn to dawn,
And soon, ah! soon, the red moon pales,
And even golden Sirius fails.
O whither, like a phantom, goes
The royal crimsoNof the rose?
Behind what rampart of the night
Retreats the sun's imperial light?
We do not know; we only guess;
Yet loveliness crowds loveliness,
And every starlit evening seems
More wonderful than vanished dreams.
Earth wheels from ghostly dawn to dawn,
And soon, ah! soon, the red moon pales,
And even golden Sirius fails.
O whither, like a phantom, goes
The royal crimsoNof the rose?
Behind what rampart of the night
Retreats the sun's imperial light?
We do not know; we only guess;
Yet loveliness crowds loveliness,
And every starlit evening seems
More wonderful than vanished dreams.
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