Sonnets XV: Sunset at Burton Pynsent, Somerset

How bare and bright thou sinkest to thy rest
Over the burnished line of the Severn-sea!
While somewhat of thy power thou buriest
In ruddy mists, that we may look on thee.
And while we stand and wonder, we may see
Far mountain-tops in visible glory drest,
Where 'twixt yon purple hills the sight is free
To search the regions of the dim north-west.
But shadowy bars have crossed thee — suddenly
Thou'rt fallen among strange clouds; — yet not the less
Thy presence know we, by the radiancy
That doth thy shroud with golden fringes dress;
Even as hidden love to faithful eye
Brightens the edges of obscure distress.