BEYOND the SUNSET.
BEYOND the SUNSET.
Irememberyet a windowLooking out across the sea,Where I used to sit in childhood,In the days that used to be;And the crimson glow of sunsetFell along the dark'ning bay,As I watched the great ships sailingFar away at close of day.Then my heart would fill with wonderAs they passed across the foam.To what countries were they sailing—Would they ever more come home?Were there hearts on board them aching,For the loved ones left on shore?Then the golden sunset hid them,And I saw the ships no more!I remember, too, a window,Looking out across a lawn,Where I oft at break of morningWatched the first red gleam of dawn;And I saw those great ships sailing,All the pain and peril o'er,Through the golden gates of morning,Into harbour, safe once more!And it seems, now I no longerAm the child I used to be,Like the lives of men and womenWere those ships upon the sea.For the golden years have taught me,As with joy and care they pass'd,There is Dawn beyond the sunset,And a Harbour fair, at last!Clifton Bingham.
Irememberyet a windowLooking out across the sea,Where I used to sit in childhood,In the days that used to be;And the crimson glow of sunsetFell along the dark'ning bay,As I watched the great ships sailingFar away at close of day.Then my heart would fill with wonderAs they passed across the foam.To what countries were they sailing—Would they ever more come home?Were there hearts on board them aching,For the loved ones left on shore?Then the golden sunset hid them,And I saw the ships no more!I remember, too, a window,Looking out across a lawn,Where I oft at break of morningWatched the first red gleam of dawn;And I saw those great ships sailing,All the pain and peril o'er,Through the golden gates of morning,Into harbour, safe once more!And it seems, now I no longerAm the child I used to be,Like the lives of men and womenWere those ships upon the sea.For the golden years have taught me,As with joy and care they pass'd,There is Dawn beyond the sunset,And a Harbour fair, at last!
Irememberyet a windowLooking out across the sea,Where I used to sit in childhood,In the days that used to be;And the crimson glow of sunsetFell along the dark'ning bay,As I watched the great ships sailingFar away at close of day.
Then my heart would fill with wonderAs they passed across the foam.To what countries were they sailing—Would they ever more come home?Were there hearts on board them aching,For the loved ones left on shore?Then the golden sunset hid them,And I saw the ships no more!
I remember, too, a window,Looking out across a lawn,Where I oft at break of morningWatched the first red gleam of dawn;And I saw those great ships sailing,All the pain and peril o'er,Through the golden gates of morning,Into harbour, safe once more!
And it seems, now I no longerAm the child I used to be,Like the lives of men and womenWere those ships upon the sea.For the golden years have taught me,As with joy and care they pass'd,There is Dawn beyond the sunset,And a Harbour fair, at last!
Clifton Bingham.