A SUNSET
A PERFECT artist hath been here; the sceneIs grandly imaged; with what breadth of hand,What noble grace of freedom, all is planned!The woods, the water and the lakelet's sheen;The magic hues—gold-pink, rose-pearl, sea-green,And now the western gateway, see, is spanned!A nameless glory gilds the favored land,And still the spirit-artist works unseen.Belike upon the chamber of a kingMy erring steps have stumbled; yet, meseems,These, like myself, are common men, who springFrom rock to rock where the mid-splendor gleams.Perchance the king's sons we, and I, who sing,Co-heir to wealth beyond yon realm of dreams.
A PERFECT artist hath been here; the sceneIs grandly imaged; with what breadth of hand,What noble grace of freedom, all is planned!The woods, the water and the lakelet's sheen;The magic hues—gold-pink, rose-pearl, sea-green,And now the western gateway, see, is spanned!A nameless glory gilds the favored land,And still the spirit-artist works unseen.Belike upon the chamber of a kingMy erring steps have stumbled; yet, meseems,These, like myself, are common men, who springFrom rock to rock where the mid-splendor gleams.Perchance the king's sons we, and I, who sing,Co-heir to wealth beyond yon realm of dreams.
A PERFECT artist hath been here; the sceneIs grandly imaged; with what breadth of hand,What noble grace of freedom, all is planned!The woods, the water and the lakelet's sheen;The magic hues—gold-pink, rose-pearl, sea-green,And now the western gateway, see, is spanned!A nameless glory gilds the favored land,And still the spirit-artist works unseen.
A PERFECT artist hath been here; the scene
Is grandly imaged; with what breadth of hand,
What noble grace of freedom, all is planned!
The woods, the water and the lakelet's sheen;
The magic hues—gold-pink, rose-pearl, sea-green,
And now the western gateway, see, is spanned!
A nameless glory gilds the favored land,
And still the spirit-artist works unseen.
Belike upon the chamber of a kingMy erring steps have stumbled; yet, meseems,These, like myself, are common men, who springFrom rock to rock where the mid-splendor gleams.Perchance the king's sons we, and I, who sing,Co-heir to wealth beyond yon realm of dreams.
Belike upon the chamber of a king
My erring steps have stumbled; yet, meseems,
These, like myself, are common men, who spring
From rock to rock where the mid-splendor gleams.
Perchance the king's sons we, and I, who sing,
Co-heir to wealth beyond yon realm of dreams.