Saturday Sunset
Sunset.
It is better, O Day, that you go to your rest,
For you go like a guest who was loth to remain!
Swing open, ye gates of the East and the West,
And let out the wild shadows – the night and the rain.
~~ Henry Kendall, 1862
Sunset.
It is better, O Day, that you go to your rest,
For you go like a guest who was loth to remain!
Swing open, ye gates of the East and the West,
And let out the wild shadows – the night and the rain.
~~ Henry Kendall, 1862
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