The Last Night

I dreamed a dream: I stood upon a height, A mountain's utmost eminence of snow. Beholding ashen plains outflung below To a far sea-horizon, dim and white. Beneath the spectral sun's expiring light The world lay shrouded in a deathly glow; Its last fear-laden voice, a wind, came low; The distant sea lay hushed, as with affright.

I watched, until the pale and flickering sun, In agony and fierce despair, flamed high, And shadow-slain, went out upon the gloom. Then Night, that war of gulf-born Titans won, Impended for a breath on wings of doom, And through the air fell like a falling sky.