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Poem by Henry Alford Sunset at Burton Pynsent, Somerset HOW bare and bright thou sinkest to thy rest Over the burnished line of the Severn sea! While somewhat of thy power thou buriest In ruddy mists, that we may look on thee. And while we stand and wonder, we may see Far mountain-tops in visible glory drest, Where ’twixt yon purple hills the sight is free To search the regions of the dim northwest. But shadowy bars have crossed thee,—suddenly Thou ’rt fallen among strange clouds; yet not the less Thy presence know we, by the radiancy That doth thy shroud with golden fringes dress; Even as hidden love to faithful eye Brightens the edges of obscure distress. Henry Alford Henry Alford's other poems:
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