Top 100 Poems About: SUNSET

In this page, poems on / about “sunset” are listed.
  • 1.
    At Sunset

    To-night the west o'er-brims with warmest dyes;
    Its chalice overflows
    With pools of purple colouring the skies,
    Aflood with gold and rose; read more »

    Emily Pauline Johnson
  • 2.

    THE river sleeps beneath the sky,
    And clasps the shadows to its breast;
    The crescent moon shines dim on high; read more »

    Paul Laurence Dunbar
  • 3.
    Song At Sunset

    SPLENDOR of ended day, floating and filling me!
    Hour prophetic--hour resuming the past!
    Inflating my throat--you, divine average! read more »

    Walt Whitman
  • 4.
    Sea Sunset

    A gallant city has been builded far
    In the pied heaven,
    Bannered with crimson, sentinelled by star
    Of crystal even; read more »

    Lucy Maud Montgomery
  • 5.
    Sunset On The Spire

    All that I dream
    By day or night
    Lives in that stream
    Of lovely light. read more »

    Elinor Morton Wylie
  • 6.
    A Sunset Of The City

    Already I am no longer looked at with lechery or love.
    My daughters and sons have put me away with marbles and dolls,
    Are gone from the house.
    My husband and lovers are pleasant or somewhat polite read more »

    Gwendolyn Brooks
  • 7.
    A Sunset At Les Eboulements

    Broad shadows fall. On all the mountain side
    The scythe-swept fields are silent. Slowly home
    By the long beach the high-piled hay-carts come,
    Splashing the pale salt shallows. Over wide read more »

    Archibald Lampman
  • 8.
    Sunset: St. Louis

    HUSHED in the smoky haze of summer sunset,
    When I came home again from far-off places,
    How many times I saw my western city read more »

    Sara Teasdale
  • 9.
    An Ignorance A Sunset


    An ignorance a Sunset
    Confer upon the Eye— read more »

    Emily Dickinson
  • 10.
    A Sunset

    I love the evenings, passionless and fair, I love the evens,
    Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
    In numerous leafage bosomed close;
    Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer, read more »

    Victor Marie Hugo
  • 11.
    Celestial Painting (Sunset At Renvyle)

    When painters leave this world, we grieve
    For the hand that will work no more,
    But who can say that they rest alway
    On that still celestial shore? read more »

    William Percy French
  • 12.
    Two Sunsets

    In the fair morning of his life,
    When his pure heart lay in his breast,
    Panting, with all that wild unrest
    To plunge into the great world's strife read more »

    Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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