Address To The Sunset

Exquisite stillness! What serenities

Of earth and air! How bright atop the wall

The stonecrop’s fire and beyond the precipice

How huge, how hushed the primrose evenfall!

How softly, too, the white crane voyages

Yon honeyed height of warmth and silence,

whence

He can look down on islet, lake and shore

And crowding woods and voiceless promontories

Or, further gazing, view the magnificence

Of cloud- like mountains and of mountainous cloud

Or ghostly wrack below the horizon rim

Not even his eye has vantage to explore.

Now, spirit, find out wings and mount to him,

Wheel where he wheels, where he is soaring soar.

Hang where now he hangs in the planisphere -

Evening’s first star and golden as a bee

In the sun’s hair - for happiness is here!

from ‘Don Juan Tenorio, the Great’