Page:Landon in Literary Gazette 1824.pdf/88



87 Literary Gazette, 25th December, 1824, Pages 825-826

The sun was setting o'er the sea, A beautiful and summer sun, Crimson and warm, as if not night, But rather day were just begun;— That lighted sky, that lighted sea, They spoke of love and hope to me!

I thought how love, I thought how hope, O'er the horizon of my heart Had poured their glory, like yon sun, Like yon sun, only to depart. Alas! that suns should ever set, Or Hope grow pale, or Love forget.