A song of the setting sun! <br />The sky in the west is red, <br />And the day is all but done; <br />While yonder up overhead, <br />All too soon, <br />There rises so cold the cynic moon. <br /> <br />A Song of a Winter day! <br />The wind of the north doth blow, <br />From a sky that's chill and gray, <br />On fields where no crops now grow, <br />Fields long shorn <br />Of bearded barley and golden corn. <br /> <br />A song of a faded flower! <br />'Twas plucked in the tender bud, <br />And fair and fresh for an hour, <br />In a Lady's hair it stood, <br />Now, ah! now, <br />Faded it lies in the dust and low.<br /><br />Ernest Christopher Dowson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-the-setting-sun/
