LO, now, the journeying sun, <br />Another day's march done, <br />Kindles his campfire at the edge of night! <br />And in the twilight pale <br />Above his crimson trail, <br />The stars move out their cordons still and bright. <br />Now in the darkening hush <br />A solitary thrush <br />Sings on in silvery rapture to the deep; <br />While brooding on her best, <br />The wandering soul has rest, <br />And earth receives her sacred gift of sleep.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-campfire-of-the-sun/
