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The setting sun’s last dying rays
Lay o’er the land a purple haze,
And paint with colours: reds and blues
On rippled waters, dappled hues,

As in the west, gilded with light,
Are laid the shrouds, once clouds so white,
Upon the far horizon bright,
As mourners cloak the dead from sight.

And trees that watch the sinking sun
Know that the night has just begun.
Know that the light of life has ceased
Till born at dawn there in the east.

Poem copyright © Dennis N. O’Brien, 2011
Image copyright © Boyd Robertson