I saw the day lean o'er the world's sharp edge <br /> <br />And peer into night's chasm, dark and damp; <br /> <br />High in his hand he held a blazing lamp, <br /> <br />Then dropped it and plunged headlong down the ledge. <br /> <br />With lurid splendor that swift paled to gray, <br /> <br />I saw the dim skies suddenly flush bright. <br /> <br />'Twas but the expiring glory of the light <br /> <br />Flung from the hand of the adventurous day.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sunset-35/
