Day is dying! Float, O song,Down the westward river,Requiem chanting to the Day—Day, the mighty Giver.Pierced by shafts of Time he bleeds,Melted rubies sendingThrough the river and the sky,Earth and heaven blending;All the long-drawn earthly banksUp to cloud-land lifting:Slow between them drifts the swan,'Twixt two heavens drifting.Wings half open, like a flow'r,Inly deeper flushing,Neck and breast as Virgin's pure—Virgin proudly blushing.Day is dying! Float, O swan,Down the ruby river;Follow, song, in requiemTo the mighty Giver.—George Eliot, in the Spanish Gypsy.
Day is dying! Float, O song,Down the westward river,Requiem chanting to the Day—Day, the mighty Giver.Pierced by shafts of Time he bleeds,Melted rubies sendingThrough the river and the sky,Earth and heaven blending;All the long-drawn earthly banksUp to cloud-land lifting:Slow between them drifts the swan,'Twixt two heavens drifting.Wings half open, like a flow'r,Inly deeper flushing,Neck and breast as Virgin's pure—Virgin proudly blushing.Day is dying! Float, O swan,Down the ruby river;Follow, song, in requiemTo the mighty Giver.—George Eliot, in the Spanish Gypsy.
Day is dying! Float, O song,Down the westward river,Requiem chanting to the Day—Day, the mighty Giver.
Day is dying! Float, O song,
Down the westward river,
Requiem chanting to the Day—
Day, the mighty Giver.
Pierced by shafts of Time he bleeds,Melted rubies sendingThrough the river and the sky,Earth and heaven blending;
Pierced by shafts of Time he bleeds,
Melted rubies sending
Through the river and the sky,
Earth and heaven blending;
All the long-drawn earthly banksUp to cloud-land lifting:Slow between them drifts the swan,'Twixt two heavens drifting.
All the long-drawn earthly banks
Up to cloud-land lifting:
Slow between them drifts the swan,
'Twixt two heavens drifting.
Wings half open, like a flow'r,Inly deeper flushing,Neck and breast as Virgin's pure—Virgin proudly blushing.
Wings half open, like a flow'r,
Inly deeper flushing,
Neck and breast as Virgin's pure—
Virgin proudly blushing.
Day is dying! Float, O swan,Down the ruby river;Follow, song, in requiemTo the mighty Giver.—George Eliot, in the Spanish Gypsy.
Day is dying! Float, O swan,
Down the ruby river;
Follow, song, in requiem
To the mighty Giver.
—George Eliot, in the Spanish Gypsy.