SUNSET

I stood among the boats

The sinking sun, the angry sun,

Across the sullen wave

Laid the sudden strength of his red wrath

Like to a shaken glaive:—

Or did the sun pause in the west

To lift a sword at me,

Or was it she, or was it she,

Rose for an instant on some crest

And plucked the red blade from her breast

And brandished it at me?