One with the ruined sunset,
The strange forsaken sands,
What is it waits and wanders
And signs with desperate hands?
What is it calls in the twilight,
Calls as its chance were vain?
The cry of a gull sent seaward
Or the voice of an ancient pain?
The red ghost of the sunset,
It walks them as its own,
These dreary and desolate reaches . . .
But O that it walked alone!
Rhymes And Rhythms - Xvi
William Ernest Henley
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Poem topics: alone, pain, red, voice, chance, ancient, ghost, strange, sunset, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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