Treasure Island

Albert Pike

(1809-1891 / USA)

A Sonnet


Lo! the calm evening of a stormy life;
The Sun, unclouded, in the West declining;
Peace at the end of discontents and strife,
Peace to the heart long for affection pining;
The mellow radiance that October fancies,
On clouds no longer storm -vext softly shining,
Whose golden splendour on their blue peaks dances,
And paints with purple glow the silver lining.—
Mine! and, behold, in gentle splendour smiles,
Over the mountains and brown wildernesses,
The Evening Star, among the silver isles,
Star of the Love my autumn-eve that blesses,
That never changing, its sweet self expresses,
In loving looks, kind words and bashful kisses.

Submitted: Monday, February 24, 2014

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