One with the ruined sunset, <br />The strange forsaken sands, <br />What is it waits, and wanders, <br />And signs with desparate hands? <br /> <br />What is it calls in the twilight - <br />Calls as its chance were vain? <br />The cry of a gull sent seaward <br />Or the voice of an ancient pain? <br /> <br />The red ghost of the sunset, <br />It walks them as its own, <br />These dreary and desolate reaches . . . <br />But O, that it walked alone!<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/one-with-the-ruined-sunset/
