A poem by Charles William Everest, 1814-1877, with notes and a second poem: Life it’s Seasons. Printed in 1838.
The Sun was sinking down the purpling West,
And bright the god poured forth his parting beam:
Rejoicing Earth the soft refulgence blest—
His bright rays glinted o’er the quivering stream,
While flashing lance and glave returned the gleam:
Then sunk adown his crimson pathway, slow,
While—sad to say ‘farewell,’ may Fancy deem—
He bathed high Babel’s top with molten glow,
As lingers Christian hope, till falls Death’s final blow.