Love's Sunset

Behold, the glory of the day is done!
Now lies she dying 'mid her fading flowers.
While twilight winds moan through her desolate bowers.
The sky is gray, forsaken of the sun, —
I muse upon this day whose course is run:
What rose-hued splendor bathed her morning hours;
What golden glory crowned her noontide towers,
Fallen, now, in widespread ruin, every one!

Yet on the ruin a placid moon shall rise.
And winds be hushed, and steadfast stars appear:
Thus now at Love's sad sunset pale with fear.
Let moon and stars of Friendship light our skies;
So can we wait, the night through, for the cheer
Of some new world, and a new day's surprise.