A Sunset
Upon the mountain's Edge all lightly resting
There a brief while the Globe of splendor sits
And seems a creature of this earth; but soon
More changeful than the Moon
To wane fantastic his great orb submits.
A distant Hill of Fire: till sinking slowly
Even to a Star at length he lessens wholly.
Abrupt, as Spirits vanish, he is sunk/
A soul-like breeze possesses all the wood;
The Boughs, the Sprays have stood
As motionless, as stands the ancient Trunk,
But every leaf thro' all the forest flutters,
And deep the Cavern of the fountain mutters
There a brief while the Globe of splendor sits
And seems a creature of this earth; but soon
More changeful than the Moon
To wane fantastic his great orb submits.
A distant Hill of Fire: till sinking slowly
Even to a Star at length he lessens wholly.
Abrupt, as Spirits vanish, he is sunk/
A soul-like breeze possesses all the wood;
The Boughs, the Sprays have stood
As motionless, as stands the ancient Trunk,
But every leaf thro' all the forest flutters,
And deep the Cavern of the fountain mutters
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