As one whose eyes have watched the stricken day <br />Swoon to its crimson death adown the sea, <br />Turning his face to eastward suddenly <br />Sees a lack-lustre world all chill and gray,- <br />Then, wandering sunless whitherso he may, <br />Feels the first dubious dumb obscurity, <br />And vague foregloomings of the Dark to be, <br />Close like a sadness round his glimmering way; <br />So I, from drifting dreambound on and on <br />About strange isles of utter bliss, in seas <br />Whose waves are unimagined melodies, <br />Rose and beheld the dreamless world anew: <br />Sad were the fields, and dim with splendours gone <br />The strait sky-glimpses fugitive and few.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/vanishings/
