This feast-day of the sun, his altar there
In the broad west has blazed for vesper-song;
And I have loitered in the vale too long
And gaze now a belated worshipper.
Yet may I not forget that I was 'ware,
So journeying, of his face at intervals
Transfigured where the fringed horizon falls,-
A fiery bush with coruscating hair.
And now that I have climbed and won this height,
I must tread downward through the sloping shade
And travel the bewildered tracks till night.
Yet for this hour I still may here be stayed
And see the gold air and the silver fade
And the last bird fly into the last light.
Sonnet Lxx: The Hill Summit
Dante Gabriel Rossetti
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Poem topics: hair, light, night, silver, song, sun, travel, bird, shade, long, face, forget, horizon, gold, gaze, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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