Institute for the Fine Arts, Rice University. A sunset, a sunrise, a flower, trees swaying in the wind, the formation of clouds, the list could go on and on.Houston. God grant that life's eve be more brilliant.īeauty surrounds us everywhere if we just stop and look for it. Till like the gray clouds and bleak mountains, Now bathed in this far-reaching splendor, May remind you of the majesty of the night sky. The stars in the sky can be as amazing as a sunset. The sound of streams and the scent of flowersĪnd the soul grows calm in the twilight air, The fireflies glitter and gleam and glance. In hearts of blossoms which scent the night.Īnd earthward spreading their shining wings, While dew-drops gather like gems of light, Like fairy forms from the woodland green. While shadows steal o'er the quiet scene, The thin clouds melt from their mellow hue.Īnd lose themselves in the deep, dark blue The pulses throb, and the full heart longsīut its powers are bound in too bright a chain -Ĭreeps o'er the hills which the sunbeams kissed Which fall from the lips of loving ones. With its fragrant breath and dreamy sigh, The sky is bright as the light that gleamsįrom the sparkling waves of sunlit streams,Īs the dreams which visit our hearts by night Like a calm face lighting with love's warm blush. Till their green sides glow with a brilliant flush, The sun hath gone down in the crimsoned west, The clouds in a sunset are ones of beauty, making the sky look like a masterpiece painting.Įnjoy more poems about clouds for more thoughts on the impact of clouds in our life. Is brief then rest we free from fear and strife.Īnd through their billows bright, the sun On cherub wings through darkness unto light (As fading twilight yields its charms to night,Įxtinguishing earth's grandeur from our sight) We think of that last eve, when ebbing: life The tops of ghostly pines, now towering high,Īre swept to motion by the winds, and sighĪs on its dismal throne night reigns o'er all. Thus oft we watch night draw its sable pallĪnd night enthroned we watch as daylight dies. Their sullen shroud more boldly to reveal They merge from out their darksome covert, night, Then stretching forth in unexpected might They seem to struggle with the parting light The splashing brooklets and the shining rills Īnd how the grandeur of the sun now thrills,Īs large and red it dips behind the hills,Īnd fills the earth with mellow twilight glooms! With colors rare, and everywhere is foundĪs nuggets fair the' gold-tinged pebble fills The beaten paths and crumbling clods abound The gold-fringed clouds in splendor cluster round,Īnd touch with amber glow the earth's dark ground. The brilliant orb of day hangs in the west It shall leap the earth and breast the sea It thrilled in the folding hush of prayerįor it left its light on the hills and seas Like an army with banners passed from sight? Be inspired byĪnd the gold grew dim and the purple light The memories of yesterday, leads us to a new day. Not mine the golden glimpse of yesterday,įor, though it wear a guise of sombre gray, Say not so, heart, - they only went their way Its radiant visions! would that they might stay! To bring in the new brightness of to-day. It's blue and gold, oh! could they always stay! The clouds had melted into radiance, and life Them strength, until, when every hope seemed gone, Without the light of gladsome sun to send I thought of souls who bravely journeyed onīeneath dull skies, beset by pain and strife, The sky with splendor as if it would stay The sunlight faded not, but seemed to fill Mid molten copper clouds, with many a rayĪnd glowing shaft of dazzling light, and still While the fair light dies from the crimson skiesĪfter a beautiful sunset the night follows. In the wondrous west on the ocean's breast
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