The sun goes down, on other lands to shine. <br />I long to keep him, but he will not stay. <br />Only in fancy can I wing my way <br />To overtake him, to recatch each ray, <br />Warmer and warmer, till at last is mine, <br />In fancy, that loved gaze, that light divine. <br /> <br />Now close the dewy flowers, that morn's first peep <br />To sunshine opened: and I too must close <br />My leaves up, and in silence and repose <br />Baptize my spirit. See, the last gleam goes: <br />Now is it time neither to joy nor weep; <br />Only to lay the head down, and to sleep.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-sun-goes-down-on-other-lands-to-shine/
