Sunset: Hurdcott Camp

Hushed is the wind upon the southern hill :
It died e'en as the sunset in the west
Swoon'd Cleopatra-like ; upon its breast
My heart is throbbing, dying with it still.

How charioteer'd by Beauty it went down,
Lost in its regal flaming majesty !
Leaving unto the evening sweet renown,
And unto my lone heart its memory.

O sunset sunken ! with thee life seems gone,
And Beauty seems to hallow earth no more ;
I seem within the twilight all alone—
A lover left thy beauty to adore.

Hushed is the wind : Night steals down shadowy ;
A robin sings within the woods grown chill :
Yet 'mid the shadows I thy vision see ;
My heart for thy wild beauty sobbeth still.