The sun has settled now below the waves,
To dim the land as shades of dusk are drawn,
My muse upon the daylight's spell still raves,
And craves the thrills that have, by now, been gone;
So were your smiles which sprightly beamed awhile,
And vanished like the day engulfed by night,
And to this loss my heart would often rile,
If not for hope that things would soon turn right;
But days are spent like leaves that fall from trees,
Or waters of the rivers or swift streams,
Or else, as passing fancy, fleeting, flees,
Like episodes of unremembered dreams;
…….Yet days will come again, need not be mourned,
…….Each breaking dawn will be with thrills adorned.
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