A sunset song
L. Ronald
The sun dies in his flaming shroud,
There's one cloud in the sky,
A little rose-flushed tender cloud
Bidding the sun good bye.
The weary daisies shut their eyes,
The birds are weary too,
And I, while sunlight slowly dies,
Still dream and dream of you.
The sun has gone; your voice I hear,
Your eyes I almost see;
Oh, do you in the twilight, dear,
Still dream and dream of me?