Sunset
Born 3/20/1865
The weary wind is slumbering on the wing:
Leaping from out meek twilight's purpling blue
Burns the proud star of eve as though it knew
It was the big king jewel quivering
On the black turban of advancing night.
In the dim west the soldiers of the sun
Strike all their royal colours one by one,
Reluctantly surrender every height.
DayPoems Poem No. 947
<a href="http://www.daypoems.net/poems/947.html">Sunset by Arthur Albert Dawson Bayldon</a>
The DayPoems Poetry Collection, www.daypoems.net
Timothy Bovee, editor
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