Arthur Albert Dawson Bayldon

Here you will find the Poem Sunset of poet Arthur Albert Dawson Bayldon


The weary wind is slumbering on the wing: 
Leaping from out meek twilight's purpling blue 
Burns the proud star of eve as though it knew 
It was the big king jewel quivering 
On the black turban of advancing night. 
In the dim west the soldiers of the sun 
Strike all their royal colours one by one, 
Reluctantly surrender every height.